Drunken Tiger - Monster (English Version) Lyrics
Drunken Tiger The Monster PitHana, Dur, SetBam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)Bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)All my drunkens in the front make ya feet stomp,Drunkens in the back get ready to reactDrunkens in the front make ya feet stompDrunkens in the back get ready to reactMoms born in seoul, Pops born with soulPains with cops blow, pistols like whistlesCrazy jiujitsu but a hapkido flowYou only throwin hands playin kai-bai-boThe crowd goes wild, scopin me ride by slowOpen mind, mouth wide, now let the spotlight glowFrom Cali, I keep a license for on the cropside growEven google Japawan can't stop my showGolden goal, top celebrity TMCCross the line, you're in jeopardy DMCExcalibur, introduce you to my rhyme swordDevine lord, back to b-boys like i'm scrawDilated primetime the pure, for sure,It's rockin', The world's sick, here comes the cureSeem so true, spit holy water the bless the good shepherdYou should come follow the bestBam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)Bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)It's the millenium edition, Roscoe Umali come throughAnd wack rappers start trembling in their TimbalandsIt's not just a metaphors and synonymsIt's how I symbol 'em, I'm gettin them indefendent percentagesSpendin the Benjamins, eatin' venison with my friends and 'emSwirmin them international women, it's like it's WimbledonEven at my bare minimum, I'm still killin 'emThat's why all the DT fans are still feelin 'em'Cause line after line, it's so perfectly designedLive and direct, one time for your mindBig game, like James worthy in his primeI'm the first rapper that's really worthy of his shineAnd it's early but it's time for the passing of the torchI'm the reason why your wifey keeps asking for divorceDecisions, decisions, the Aston or the porscheGot me kushed out, i'll have you start dancing on the porchBam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)Bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)All my drunkens in the front make ya feet stomp,Drunkens in the back get ready to reactDrunkens in the front make ya feet stompDrunkens in the back get ready to reactYo, It's the jumpoff, *****es man up or step the ***** offRumble in the jungle, drunken we bout the set it offRude gal with a mouth like a truckerCall me stuckup, you know I don't give a blocka'Cause my flow's like wow, I got more soul*****es talk shit, 'cause my pocket stays swollAnd I keeps it dirty like the Han Gang riverFlip ye mode when I bust rhymes like my name Rah DiggaAnd, Ha ha ha ha, I know your crew can't believe itRakim, Rakaa, Roscoe and they killin' itTiger J with Lady T, I know you're feelin' itHa ha ha ha, Ha ha ha haOh Baby, I like it raaaaaaaaaaawI exercise the exorcism mrs trumble OVPThrow up and rock the ol' dirty soul under the morning treePassed the incarnation of drunken poetryAssimily just feelin ***** the authorityI'm hotter than hell, them devils deported meI'm drunk, I don't give a *****, stitch you with my liquidIf you die come i started and i'm browl to *****ing deadBut I'm not a fighter, I'm a loverI say "nOoo" to war my brotherAnd I'm down with your brick, go ask your motherI said Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy shimmy shimmy yeah (yeah)Give me the microphone and mother*****ers OJYeah, it's the ressurectionThe real MC's, the job we're waiting forAhh You already know, the GOD MCWhat up to the DT movementDrunken tiger, this is New York to the ROKAll my drunkens in the front make ya feet stomp,Drunkens in the back get ready to reactDrunkens in the front make ya feet stompDrunkens in the back get ready to reactStill on my one-two about respectTil I get what I'm out to getTake chicks to G-Bay, they out to dress (I like that)Then I'm out to death, any jungle east, north, south or westThey crit when I come through about the repThe matrix, the one who the crowd selectMake hits, brung jewels that style perfectsGreat swift like the Hangul alphabetThe chosen career, call me king sajangBy career reign long fake king salom'Cause the pains stay on, and my scene stay warmI keep it one-hundred, do my thing stay strongWhat a artist is, I inspire empire, I call the choir like an arsonistGot dem jumping higher and response to thisRakim, Drunken Tiger, monsterousBam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)Bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo) bam bam bababa bam (Balabeoryeo)All my drunkens in the front make ya feet stomp,Drunkens in the back get ready to reactDrunkens in the front make ya feet stompDrunkens in the back get ready to react
