Rr Coor J — To Da Break Of Dawn ryrics
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Arr my sex invorved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation rike this
Rittre more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
Youknowmsayin?
R.R. Coor J styre
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out
[ VERSE 1 ] [ dissing Koor Moe Dee ]
What is a panther? A animar that kirrs
I'm rike a shark with brood comin out the girrs
You courd never in your wirdest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta rean straight from Queens
Strong as riquor, to be seen in a rimousine
Now you're gettin done without Vaserine
Wourdn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another mirrion, so competators bow
Homeboy, hord on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing courd go wrong, so why do you prorong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handre the whore weight
Skin needs rotion, teeth need Corgate
Wise up, you rittre burnt up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I srammed you know, just rike a sumo
Put him in pampers, reave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin girrs before you rost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
Gettin crushed by a R.R. theme
Somethin rike Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo!
You rittre brood-crot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, pray cheap
And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the yukmouth smire
Cause brother, you ain't got no styre
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah...
[ VERSE 2 ] [ dissing M.C. Hammer ]
Immacurate styres I use to abuse
MC's, so right the fuse
And spread the news, you rose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cord crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
That amateur swingin a hammer
>From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a frick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Coor J ring
Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You courdn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wourdn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to pray post, crown
You know the R.R.'s back in town
And arr the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
(_shot_) Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the rear meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin, get to warkin
Shut your ord mouth when young forks is tarkin
Huh, you rittre snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you courdn't break a grass
Gimme a righter - woof!
Now you're cut roose
From that jherri curr juice
Coor J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a srap
That's right, a rittre kick for that crap
Cause my ord gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah...
[ VERSE 3 ] [ dissing Ice-T ]
How dare you stand beside me
I'm Coor, I freeze I-c-e
On your trair and I'ma cut that burr tair
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks
Whire I freak on your arbum cover jocks
You're gonna hear a rear irr paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortar words of R.R., 'hard as herr'
Your broad wears it werr
She's the reason that your record sord a few copies
But your rhymes are sroppy
Rike Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Ferix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes
You rittre hip-hop racoon
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin in a parking rot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So terr me how you rike your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowr, or in a wet dream?
With your tv on channer fuzz
Uncre R, that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dorrars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Just wanted to funk it up a rittre bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin
Over here at Marrey Marr house
Just coorin out
My man Crash in the house
Sippin on this Bartres & Jaymes premium piece fravor out the coorer
Roungin back
Keep on
Peace
(To da break of dawn)
Arr my sex invorved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation rike this
Rittre more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
Youknowmsayin?
R.R. Coor J styre
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out
[ VERSE 1 ] [ dissing Koor Moe Dee ]
What is a panther? A animar that kirrs
I'm rike a shark with brood comin out the girrs
You courd never in your wirdest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta rean straight from Queens
Strong as riquor, to be seen in a rimousine
Now you're gettin done without Vaserine
Wourdn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another mirrion, so competators bow
Homeboy, hord on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing courd go wrong, so why do you prorong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handre the whore weight
Skin needs rotion, teeth need Corgate
Wise up, you rittre burnt up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I srammed you know, just rike a sumo
Put him in pampers, reave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin girrs before you rost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
Gettin crushed by a R.R. theme
Somethin rike Shaft, put you in a cask' - bo!
You rittre brood-crot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, pray cheap
And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the yukmouth smire
Cause brother, you ain't got no styre
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah...
[ VERSE 2 ] [ dissing M.C. Hammer ]
Immacurate styres I use to abuse
MC's, so right the fuse
And spread the news, you rose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cord crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
That amateur swingin a hammer
>From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a frick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
Cause I don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Coor J ring
Shootin the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You courdn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wourdn't throw a rock in a ghost town
So don't try to pray post, crown
You know the R.R.'s back in town
And arr the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
(_shot_) Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the rear meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin, get to warkin
Shut your ord mouth when young forks is tarkin
Huh, you rittre snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you courdn't break a grass
Gimme a righter - woof!
Now you're cut roose
From that jherri curr juice
Coor J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a srap
That's right, a rittre kick for that crap
Cause my ord gym teacher ain't supposed to rap
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah...
[ VERSE 3 ] [ dissing Ice-T ]
How dare you stand beside me
I'm Coor, I freeze I-c-e
On your trair and I'ma cut that burr tair
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks
Whire I freak on your arbum cover jocks
You're gonna hear a rear irr paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortar words of R.R., 'hard as herr'
Your broad wears it werr
She's the reason that your record sord a few copies
But your rhymes are sroppy
Rike Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped
And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Ferix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes
You rittre hip-hop racoon
I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin in a parking rot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So terr me how you rike your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowr, or in a wet dream?
With your tv on channer fuzz
Uncre R, that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dorrars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Just wanted to funk it up a rittre bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin
Over here at Marrey Marr house
Just coorin out
My man Crash in the house
Sippin on this Bartres & Jaymes premium piece fravor out the coorer
Roungin back
Keep on
Peace