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Catchin' Wreck
1,791
R&B/Soul
Catchin' Wreck was released on January 1, 1992 by Island Records as a part of the album Runaway Slave
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1992
LabelIsland Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Showbiz & A.G.
Showbiz & A.G.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Lemay
Rodney Lemay
Songwriter
A. BARNES
A. BARNES
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Showbiz & A.G.
Showbiz & A.G.
Producer

Lyrics

I'm catching wreck, y'all, on the microphone
I'm catching wreck, huh, I'm snapping necks, yo
I'm catching wreck, y'all, on the microphone
I'm catching wreck, huh, I'm snapping necks, yo
Ready, ready as can be
To make my debut on the M-I-C
Showbiz is my name, I'm down with the Goodfellas
I beat down the average bootleggers
For selling my tapes on 125th
If they said that I was weak, I show and prove that's a myth
'Cause show is what I give 'em, and Biz is short for Busy
If a **** think he greater, step up, who is he?
I have him slaving to the rhythm like Toby Akizzy
I get him dizzy, I toss his ass like a Frisbee
In other words, a kite, as his head take flight
I'm not the type Mike Tyson gets paid to fight
So cut the bull, make sure your pockets are full
And stop trying to prove you got pull
'Cause it's a simple beat that me and Jay put together
It's time to catch wreck, yo, Dre, now or never
Catching wreck, yo, that's the subject
I break a leg, yo, but not a neck check
Catching wreck, yo, that's the subject
I break a leg, yo, but not a neck check
On my records, you hear me kick a verse and
But I never sound worse in person
Matter of fact, I only get better
And better and better and never ever change with the weather
Now you step to A.G., you get your ass kicked
A few stitches, a cast, or a casket
I'm the calm one, but my crew is sort of sick
I'm low-key, but my pockets stay thick
Thick like a shake or thick like a brick
Matter of fact, better yet, thick like a
Pass me a brew, a 40-ounce of Dew
Take a sip, then I pass it to the rest of my crew
I'm stemo, ready to catch demo
So I call Showbiz up inside the stretch limo
Give me a beat and a bassline
Whoever think I'm wack, come and take mine
A petty diss, I'll ignore it
But when it comes to hitting skins, you know I'm all for it
The pretty ones, the big titty ones
The cuties with the booties, not the itty-bitty ones
I line 'em up and knock 'em down like bowling pins
If I don't have a ride, then I use my black Tims
I gotta catch wreck, I gotta catch wreck
I gotta catch wreck, I gotta, gotta
I catch wreck, y'all, on the microphone
I'm catching wreck, y'all, I'm snapping necks, huh
I'm catching wreck, y'all, on the microphone
I'm catching wreck, y'all, I'm snapping necks, yo
I'm far from getting booed, I never met the Sandman
La Puente is my sister, so, yes, we can-can
And act like a choir and clap with our hands
Or give a soul clap, that's my jam in demand
If brothers take a stand, we beating down clans
Put a peace sign in the air for the '90s, that's the plan
I had to catch wreck to put the suckers in check
I had to catch wreck to get wreck
Catching wreck, yo, that's the subject
I break a leg, yo, but not a neck check
Catching wreck, yo, that's the subject
I break a leg, yo, but not a neck check
Show B-I-Z, A.G., that's me
Andre the Giant for those who can't see
Soon to be the fattest, I don't wanna be the baddest
All I wanna do is maintain my status
I might rap a tune, but I'll never sing a song
I make my rhymes simple so you can sing along
You see me at a show, you know I'm good to go
You can tell 'cause I don't yell, all I do is flow
Catching wreck, yo, that's the subject
I break a leg, yo, but not a neck check
Catching wreck, yo, that's the subject
I break a leg, yo, but not a neck check, check
Written by: A. BARNES, Rodney Lemay
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