DWYCK Lyrics by Gang Starr

  • Album Release Date: 1992
  • Features : {“Nice & Smooth”}

Greg N-I-C-E

[Intro: Greg Nice]
Aww yeah, it’s another Gang Starr sure shot, uh!
Featurin’ the one and only, handl’it handl’it, Roy, Nice & Smooth
Hey, Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot
Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot
Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot
Nice & Smooth has gots to be the sure shot

[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
Greg Nice! Greg N-I-C-E
Dame un beso, ah oui oui
Rock for a fee, not for free
Maybe I’ll do it for charity
Now, my employer or my employee
Is makin’ Greg N-I-C-E very M-A-D
Don’t ever ever think of jerkin’ me
I work too hard for my royalty
Put lead in your ass and drink a cup of tea
Peace to Red Alert and Kid Capri
Ooohh la la, ah oui oui
I say Muhammad Ali, you say Classius Clay
I say butter, you say Parkay
It’s alright, if you wanna make a sway
I’m away Uptown, took the deuce to the tre
I originate, they duplicate
I praise the Lord and keep the faith
It’s alright, keep bitin’ at the bait
’92, uh! One year later
Peace out, Premier, take me out with the fader
Oka-yay, o-o-oka-ay, o-o-o-oka-ay, h-here it-here it is

[Verse 2: Guru]
I chant ‘eeny, meeny, miny, moe’
I wreck the mic like a pimp pimps hoes
Here’s how it goes: I am a genius, I mean this
I shape this, you’ll tape this, I’m kinda fiendish
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood
Meanin’ my mental state, still I’m 5-foot-8
Crazy as I wanna be, ‘cause I make it orderly
You could say I’m sorta the boss, so get lost
The brother who will make you change opinions
Dominions, I’m in ’em when it’s time to kick shit from the heart
Plus, I get a piece of the action
Feelin’ satisfaction from the street crowd reaction
Chumps pull guns when they feel afraid
Too late, when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
I get more props and stunts than Bruce Willis
A poet like Langston Hughes
And can’t lose when I cruise out on the expressway
Leavin’ the bodega, I say “Suavé”
Premier’s got more beats than barns got hay
Clips are inserted into my gun
So I can take the money, never have to run
[Verse 3: Smooth B]
Yo, Keithy E, I left my Phillie at home, do you have another?
I wanna get blunted, my brother
Now, may I make a mark then make a spark
Over this phat track – or should I say dope beat?
Subtract, delete
All of the wick wack that wanna be abstract
But they lack the new knack that’s comin’ from way, way back
Hey, yo, Premier, please pass that buddha sack
You heard we quit? No way, bullshit!
I told you before we come back with more hits
I provide bright flavor, so you can sketch me
Do me a favor, don’t try to catch me
Slightly ahead of the game, I’m not a lame
Ask him, he’ll tell you the same he knows my name
Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia
I’m infallible, not into failure
Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous
And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus
I write in the night to bring truth to the light
My dialogue is my own, ‘cause Smooth B will never bite

[Outro: scratched Smooth B]
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits

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