paroles de chanson Crossover - EPMD

Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh
Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh

Erick Sermons and the (Coss)
Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound
Let's get with this mackadocious funk material
So simple, when I rock with the instrumental
Who am I? (Indeed, the green-eyed bandit)
Control my career so I could never get stranded
But the rest are gettin' Brand Nubian
Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and
Thinkin' about a pop record, somethin' made for the station
For a whole new relation-ship
Of a new type of scene to go platinum
And clock mad green
A.K.A. a sellout, the rap definition
Get off that, boy, change your mission
Come back around the block
Pump "Color Me Bad" to the, uh, tick-tock
Let them know your logo, not a black thing
My background sing, my background sing
For the crossover

Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh
The crossover
Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh

The rap era's outta control, brothers sellin' their soul
Or go gold, goin', goin', gone, another rapper sold (To who?)
To pop and R&B, not the M.D
I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri
Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls
I know your head is bobbin', 'cause
The neck know (Unlike other rappers)
Frontin' on they fans they ill, tryin' to chill
Sayin', "Damn, it'd be great to sell a mil'"
That's when the mind switch to the pop tip
(Kids, you're gonna be large)
Yeah, right, that's what the company kicks
Forget the black crowd, you're wack now
In a zoot suit, frontin' black, lookin' mad foul
I speak for the hardcore (Rough, rugged, and raw)
I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next tour
From the U.S. to the White Cliffs of Dover
Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover

Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh
The crossover
Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh

(Do what you're sayin')
You wanna go pop? Goes the weasel
You know you should be rockin' the fans with somethin' diesel
But you insist to piss me off, black
So I flex the mindset so I can push 'em back
Some real hardcore hip-hop continue records
And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message
So burn the crossover, yo, who's with me?
(Hit squad) Ah, yeah, P, hit me

Another megablast, funky-dope style from cross yonder
(So help me wander, help, help me wander)
From what? The crossover, yeah, crossin' you over
Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (See ya)
What a way to go out, "No clout" is what the fans'll shout
'Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route
Came on the scene chillin', freakin' the funky dope line
But when they finish with you (Beep), flatline
Some say there's no business like show business
But if this the truth, please explain why is this
Rap has been around long, makin' mad noise, you see
Still I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably
No time to pick and wish on a four-leaf clover
I stick to underground, keep the crossover

Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh
The crossover
Where you want it, when you need it
I want you, baby, oh