To Da Break Of Dawn - Bug Out Mix

Lyrics for To Da Break Of Dawn - Bug Out Mix

Yeah (to the break of dawn) All my effects involved (to the break of dawn) As we get funky (to the break of dawn) Problems will be solved (to the break of dawn) Everybody knows (to the break of dawn) When it come to a situation like this (to the break of dawn) Little more effects (to the break of dawn) And I can't resist (to the break of dawn) So we get funky in the house You know what I'm sayin'? (to the break of dawn) LL Cool J style, but (to the break of dawn) This ain't on a pop tip, check it out (to the break of dawn) What is a panther? (huh) A animal that kills I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills You could never in your wildest dreams Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens (huh) Strong as liquor that be seen in a limousine Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow Made another million, so competitors bow (huh) Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on Huh, you can't handle the whole weight Your skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate Wise up, you little burnt up French fry I'm that type of guy (huh) And I slammed you know, just like a sumo Put him in Pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper When I'm through, he'll need a brand-new identity I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme Gettin' crushed by a LL theme Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask Buck, you little bloodclaat boy, you must not know The rep I keep, the MCs I peep, sweep Play cheap and freak with a chic unique technique Get rid of the yuck-mouth smile 'Cause brother, huh, you ain't got no style Keep on (to the break of dawn) To the break of dawn, yeah Keep on, to the break of dawn Ayo, that's kinda funky, but check this out here, yeah Immaculate styles I use to abuse MCs So light the fuse and spread the news, you lose To the damager, microphone manager Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur (huh) That amateur swingin' a hammer From a body bag, so run and get your camera Get a flick 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 Cool J ring Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town So don't try to play post, clown You know that LL's back in town And all the wanna-be sheriffs is gettin' shot down Gimme that microphone I'mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone Stop dancin', get to walkin' Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin' Huh, you little snake in the grass You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass Gimme a lighter, woof Now you're cut loose from that Jheri curl juice Cool J is back on the map (huh) And when I see ya, I'mma give you a slap (huh) That's right, a little kick for that crap 'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap Keep on (to the break of dawn) Yeah (to the break of dawn), pump it up I said keep on (to the break of dawn), rock that shit Check this out (to the break of dawn), yeah How dare you stand beside me I'm cool, I freeze I-C-E (too) On your trail and I'mma cut that ponytail You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients But I'mma drink you down over the rocks While the freak on your album cover jocks You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon I took the cover right home to the bathroom (huh) In the immortal words of LL, "Hard as hell" Your broad wears it well She's the reason that your record sold a few copies But your rhymes are sloppy Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped And stopped (huh), I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, 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 little hip-hop raccoon I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef Before you rapped, you was a downtown car thief Workin' in a parking lot A brother with a perm deserves to get burned (huh) So tell me how you like your cold cream On a cone, in a bowl or in a wet dream With your TV on channel fuzz Uncle L, that's how much damage he does Here's five dollars, catch a taxi cab Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab Keep on (to the break of dawn) Yeah (to the break of dawn) I said keep on (to the break of dawn) Just wanted to funk it up a little bit (to the break of dawn) My man Pete Rock just walked up in the crib You know what I'm sayin'? (to the break of dawn) Over here at Marley Marl house, just coolin' out My man Clash in the house, huh (to the break of dawn) Sippin' on this Bartles and Jaymes premium peach-flavored wine cooler (Huh) yeah Loungin' back (to the break of dawn), keep on, yes Peace (to the break of dawn), huh Yeah, to the break of dawn, to the break of dawn