Boogie Down Productions - T'cha - T'cha Lyrics
[krs-one]Easssssssssy mahn!Its impossible to take out boogie down productionsSeen?Yes.. come mi sayIntro/chorus: krs-oneCome to the tcha, come mi say come to the tchaCome mi say come to the tcha come to the tcha come to the tchaCome mi say come to the tcha, come mi say come to the tchaCome mi say come to the tcha come to the tcha come to the tcha[krs-one]Me bus upon the scene around 1986A few hit records got me started real quickI represent the bronx, but I am a new yorkerAll vegeterian, never eat pork orChicken in a battle yes my brain starts clickinJust like the gears of a watch, tock-tickinI never lose time cause the rhyme is all digitalFor suckers like you, I turn the power up to criticalOn every playlist, waxin that anusSuckers or professionals, bring down the decimalPoint every time you subtract an emceePeople look at me, a p-o-e-tTeachin suckers like you about the i.c.u.And the krs-one, sounds like arithmeticVery psychological; why are you on the dick?Well, my evaluation is suddenTakin me out, is somethin closer to impossibleYou could try your bestBut frankly I dont think its logicalThis is yes the dj writer superproducer krisGod gave me a talent, so let me flaunt the giftChorus[krs-one]Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paidPush up ya han-ds, if you dont have aids, biddi-by-byPush up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin pa-ai-idPush up ya han-ds, if you wont be delayedBoogie down productions at the head of the raidAlways gettin brighter while the suckers will fadeLife is very serious, its not an arcadeSo everything youre hearing, krs has madeMcs grab the microphone but dont know what to saySo dj krs has come to show dem the wayI always call you females by your name, not hey!Cause hey will only make a real woman turn away, gwanUnless the woman is the freak of the yearrrrWell then you know that krs dont carrrreUnless the woman is the freak of the yearrrr, biddi-by-byAnd then you know that krs dont carrrreYou always call a freak, by the garment they wearInstead of call it clothes they always callin it gearBig derriere to make the next man stareAttracted to the man with jheri curls in him hairAlways puffin cheeba with a forty of beerBut to a re-al wo-man freaks-a can-not compare, gwanHold up ya han-ds if you a real wo-man, bo!Hold up ya han-ds, if you do underst-andThe style that Im sayin, without no delayinIs blastmaster krs-one, just playinIts really kinda easy for me, to do a style like thisIts kinda primitive, so please dont missThe way I do this on the microphone, cause I was never shownMy mother wasnt into b-boyin at the homeNo one out can competeAnd not another dj rocks this type of beatCome mi sayChorus[krs-one]Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ahBoogie down productions make the lyrics just flowWith m-e-l-o-d-i-e and manager moeWell wrap up any mc in a ribbon or a bowPeople takin pictures of me everywhere I goTake out three mcs and call it tic-tac-toeYes!Zhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dumZhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-ziZhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dumZhoom, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi sayChorus
