Ed Lover - East Coast Sound lyrics

The sounnnnnds.. that you hearrrr [Chorus 2X: LOTUG] It's the East coast sound, bumpin through your town Lords, Dre, Ed Lover, comin from the under It's the East coast sound, bumpin through your town Lords, Dre, Ed Lover, comin from the under [Ed Lover] I step up to the frontline, it's not my turn to rhyme [DoItAll] Well it's mine, so watch your back, cause I'm high off this wine Bra** monkey, now my mental state is like funky Lyrics intoxicated so my style is drunk chunky Now some can, umm get it, but some can't, get widdit But if you can't, get it, then on you I have sh**ted Your reaction is stunk, from the sh** that I pump And my sound, is immortalized, in mad n***as trunks Now hear the slur as I speak, cause my speech is not slurred I go by the straight line so many words bump curves So visualize 'em, while um some, try to harmonize 'em Like who's that n***a? (That's that n***a) And what's that style that he just kicked? Well it's me, the D-O-I-T All.. That brown slim brother who sometime plays the wall But not now, cause now with the sound I am loud! [Chorus] [Mr. Funke] Come follow me you get deep in the line [Ed Lover] Or you can play the Tribe and just "Check the Rhime" Time and time again as I pick up a pen My thoughts begin, and the lyrics descend Upon the paper, time to run the caper for major flavor So here's the 911, check your pagers, heyyy! It's the E-D, the B.G. Y.G From the Springfield Murdoch, Hollis Click 200 And 9th Street thick, I never trick My trade is gettin paid on the norm, crashin like a storm door (Ka-PLAOW!) I guess ya souped you want some more here's a scoop Don't weep, don't peep, and please don't let me catch ya sleep Cause I'll blast-ya, break ya like plas-ter Listen up close to the words of the ma-ster The industry is sewn like my homies got shorties on the block It's the East coast rock [Chorus] [DoItAll] Alla-kazoo, alli-kazaam [Mr. Funke] You know who I am! I be emperor, black Russian czar, Gamma-Funkula No need to ask who is iller I grew from bra** monkey to gorilla, the wack MC k**er Now - I'm only in this for the money But some of you been tryin to bite my style And I don't think the sh** is funky Now move over bacon! I'm tired of all these n***as fakin You say I'm wack but look at how your girl's booty shakin How dare you ever try to chump me? Yo you gets nuttin here! n***as is fallin off like Humpty Dumpty But you can come on, and try to press your luck I'll go out like Colin Ferguson - BUCK BUCK BUCK! And you'll be lucky if you make it Cause any MC who steps to me will have to be rehabilitated You'll need more than a lawyer to defend ya Yeah, Mr. Funke man - up in ya! [Chorus] - 2X