Lyrics to Hardcore 180
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It's called the rump shaker
My name is Eazy-E. I got bitches galore.
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more.
With my super duper troop coming out to shoot.
Nate Lieby's mother fuckers 'co knocking the boots.
Cause I'm a hip hop thusg-sta.
I used to be a mug-sta.
If you talk shit, you'd think I own a drug tore.
Getting stupid, because I know how.
And if a brother talks shit,
I give him my dak.
Cause the boys in the hood are always hard.
You come talkin that trash we'll pull you cord.
Knowing nothing in life, but to be legit,
And don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit.
Chorus:
(Why do we fight with each other?
And why do we cause such a fuss?
Why do you shoot your brother?
We need to increase the trust.)
Don't call it a comeback!
I've been here for years.
I'm rocking my peers,
putting suckers in fear.
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon.
And you listen to the bass go boom: Explosion.
Overpowering, over the competition I'm towering.
What you saw KRS1 has now seen
Another fly human being.
I'm gonna knock you out.
Momma said knock you out.
I'm gonna knock you out.
Momma said knock you out.
Breakdown!
(chorus)
Bass! How low can you go? Death row? What a brother know?
Back again it's this the incredible, rhyme animal, the unstoppable:
D, Public Enemy #1
All the folks said freeze, and it got done
Not a buster cause I never really had a gun,
but a brother cause the Terminator X is one.
Turn it up!
Bring the noise!
Turn it up!
Bring the noise!
Drop that.
(chorus)
Let me hear you go "uuunnngggghhh"
"uuunnngggghhh"
"poo nah nah nah"
"poo nah nah nah"
Let me hear you go "uuunnngggghhh"
"uuunnngggghhh"
"poo nah nah nah"
"poo nah nah nah"
Let me hear you go "blaaaaahhhhh"
"blaaaaahhhhh"
(chorus)
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Check baby check baby 1-2-3-4
Check baby check baby 1
It's called the rump shaker
My name is Eazy-E. I got bitches galore.
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more.
With my super duper troop coming out to shoot.
Nate Lieby's mother fuckers 'co knocking the boots.
Cause I'm a hip hop thusg-sta.
I used to be a mug-sta.
If you talk shit, you'd think I own a drug tore.
Getting stupid, because I know how.
And if a brother talks shit,
I give him my dak.
Cause the boys in the hood are always hard.
You come talkin that trash we'll pull you cord.
Knowing nothing in life, but to be legit,
And don't quote me boy, cause I ain't said shit.
Chorus:
(Why do we fight with each other?
And why do we cause such a fuss?
Why do you shoot your brother?
We need to increase the trust.)
Don't call it a comeback!
I've been here for years.
I'm rocking my peers,
putting suckers in fear.
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon.
And you listen to the bass go boom: Explosion.
Overpowering, over the competition I'm towering.
What you saw KRS1 has now seen
Another fly human being.
I'm gonna knock you out.
Momma said knock you out.
I'm gonna knock you out.
Momma said knock you out.
Breakdown!
(chorus)
Bass! How low can you go? Death row? What a brother know?
Back again it's this the incredible, rhyme animal, the unstoppable:
D, Public Enemy #1
All the folks said freeze, and it got done
Not a buster cause I never really had a gun,
but a brother cause the Terminator X is one.
Turn it up!
Bring the noise!
Turn it up!
Bring the noise!
Drop that.
(chorus)
Let me hear you go "uuunnngggghhh"
"uuunnngggghhh"
"poo nah nah nah"
"poo nah nah nah"
Let me hear you go "uuunnngggghhh"
"uuunnngggghhh"
"poo nah nah nah"
"poo nah nah nah"
Let me hear you go "blaaaaahhhhh"
"blaaaaahhhhh"
(chorus)
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