Big Daddy Kane - Prelude Lyrics
[big daddy kane]Huh, huh, huhMister cee, are you wit me, uhhMister cee, are you wit me, dig itGangster or prankster, define yourself, huhAnd put that rough talk on the shelfYou talk all that robbery shit, but its lameYou wouldnt steal first base at a baseball gameNever sold drugs, you never was a thugBut youre talking ying-yang like as if youre in a gangI mean for goodness sakeThe only beef you ever had was a sirloin steakYou wanna question me and all the words I sayWell, you can bring the noise any *****in dayI rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege yaAnd if I see you at a party, put up your dickbeatersBy time I get through wreckin your jawYou be callin patti labelle and barry white hardcoreWhy should I give up for gangster contrastWhen I can rap about gettin some assTo prove that Im a gangster only brings me troubleBut the proof that Im a lover * sound of a zipper *Its that easy but still you insist (yeah)That I do this (what? )
