Erick Sermon - Do-re-mi Lyrics
f/ LL Cool J, Scarface[LL Cool J]Uhh, uhh.. yeahSee I know how to get down, word upIt's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronicSmoke 'til your lungs collapseYou supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?So ironic, L came backFlooded the market - got your mens on the wallholdin his blunt, too *****ed up to spark itShow me a nigga who can do like I doThen gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga tooBraggin you goin platinum like that shit brand newI was platinum in eighty-five, what THE ***** wrong with you, huh?Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is mineralsTried to throw salt on my name, shit's politicalThe baddest man on the planetSo ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for grantedCram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthandedHeat my pinky ring up and leave your ***** brandedGot a voice like a cannon - nigga shootI don't think she really hot, your career is a flukeI'm the best MC to ever touch the penTake a look at what I'm doin it will not be done againAs sure I am the descendant of former slavesI'ma resurrect brothers from they mental gravesMake 'em confess - LL's the most ruggedGod, and no man's above it, gotta love it[Chorus: LL, Erick]DO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - ***** the industry, it's all aboutMI - you ain't goin - FAL said it - SO, puffin on the - LADO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - ***** the industry, it's all aboutMI - you ain't goin - FAE said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)[Erick Sermon]Uhh, E Dub on the microphoneDroppin bombs - spots get blownSo why would you assume my style wouldn't bloomWhen I rap, wack MC's vacate the roomCause they suck, and that's how I feelI'ma smack down the A&R who signed the dealThen wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reelSo next time he know, how the real feelGet loose and wrap hand 'round the steelLeave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel(I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't itAnd every rapper y'all like, sample my shit(Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakinI threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy AikmanMy track record is out there, goneE.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)I'm known for the dome bangersDrop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGERScarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)J, never heard it spit this way, hey[Chorus: LL, Scarface]DO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - ***** the industry, it's all aboutMI - you ain't goin - FAL said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right)DO - get this bread, use ya infraredRE - ***** the industry, it's all aboutMI - you ain't goin - FACause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)[Scarface]You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymerYou switched from the raw to a chart climberAnd now your shit is blowin out the storesand uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour butCount - (two, three, and, four)Your records ain't sellin no moreAnd damn - you done spent your money galoreBuyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh)Tryin to keep up with the trendyGot your ***** minked out in all FendiBought your homeboy a brand new BentleyAnd the well that wouldn't run dry is now emptyIt's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next dayand your next tape you can't give it away, but heyI send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the JonesesEverything you see me I owns itI've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen yearsSo let's get, that, clearYou might have sold a few more tapes, butrealistically, are you that great? (nah)Can't get respect but I done paid duesStood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dudeI've been the same nigga since I came throughDo-re-mi too, damn fool!
