Nice & Smooth - Save the Children lyrics

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Nice & Smooth - Save the Children lyrics

Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*} Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*} Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*} Save the children.. save the children.. {*echoes*} [Everlast] It's the ill funk freaker, comin out your speaker Run and take a leak-ah, stay and yo Eureka Like a 49er, no one can rock finer The funky one liner, f** a one-timer From South Carolina all the way to Vancouver Don't make a move or I'ma buck your a** down I don't f** around cause I'm the crazy white peckerwood cracker You might catch a smack or Maybe catch a bullet, cause I'm known to pull it And I'm known to use it, I got patience punk don't abuse it You choose it, cause you wanna hear it Tried to bite the style but you can't come near it, fear it Run for the hills get off the dillz split the mills My name's Everlast, I wipe my a** with hundred dollar bills I get cheap thrills, from stickin fly models I tap forty bottles, a s**er duck waddles My man Jorge said, walk like a f**in duck My name's Everlast cause I don't give a f** [Smooth Bee] Me neither, my name is Smooth Bee And motherf**ers always tryin to make me prove the Fact that I can't be touched No way, no such How much will it take, will I break or bust? Will I stale or rust? Will I create dope sh**, yeah that's a must You know my credential And rippin on the mic is life's bare essential Now this sh** here will make your hands clap Toes tap, universal soul slap In your area, is it scarin ya? It shouldn't We just makin moves that others couldn't For whatever reason You know we comin fully equipped to rip shop in any season Greg Nice, by the count of three (uh, uh, uh, uh) Three two one, one two three (uh, uh, uh, uh) Get on the mic, let me hear you MC [Greg Nice] Yo it ache my nerves when a s**er MC Wanna bite the style, it's juvenile They don't understand I'm the +Jewel of the Nile+ By the right or the write of penpal No problem at all, I got dough And don't ask me who rip the show You know my pedigree, you know my logo I'm on a mission like Pete(?) and So So Tap your heels, like Dorothy and Toto The blunt just rush to my head And don't be misled by the word I said Yo I gotta have it, just like Ned Pullin more switches than my man ConEd Pullin more switches than my man ConEd.. {*echoes*}

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