Текст песни Show & Prove - Big Daddy Kane
1:
Scoob
Ha
ha,
hey
hey,
laugh
now
nigga
My
man's
right
behind
you,
Kane
pull
the
trigger
I
don't
play,
I'm
from
the
hill
where
shit
is
real
And
I'll
be
on
your
ass
like
bugs
on
a
windshield
So
bring
your
grip
or
you
can
think
twice
Cause
I
got
more
rhymes
than
a
five
pound
bag
of
rice
I'm
hitting
hard,
oh
word,
I'm
gon'
rock
it
Once
the
shit
drops,
that's
dough
to
the
pocket
I
cut
hair
and
you
still
can't
get
no
part
You
couldn't
deal
with
Scoob
if
we
was
playing
cards
But
if
I
got
beef
then
it's
time
for
code
red
My
gun
is
like
a
ho,
it
be
taking
mad
niggas
to
bed
So
hurry
up
and
skedaddle
Even
if
you
join
the
army,
you
still
couldn't
battle
So
where
you
from?
England,
you
somebody
great?
You
burning
Scoob,
"I
don't
think
so
mate"
I
got
the
style
that
get
you
open
like
a
bag
of
smoke
I'll
have
your
friends
saying
"Ah
man,
that
shit
is
dope"
Leave
me
alone
when
I'm
rocking
on
the
microphone
And
play
like
E.T.
and
phone
your
black
ass
home
Yo
Sauce,
if
you're
down
with
the
groove
Get
on
the
mic
and
won't
ya
show
and
prove
Hey,
here
I
come
with
a
slick
rap,
tic
tac
toe
When
I
flip
tracks,
so
gimme
my
dick,
back
I
flow
to
it
and
through
it,
if
you
ever
need
to
wonder
How
you
got
dope
like
Sauce,
money
you
didn't
do
it
I
write
my
own
with
bigger
hope,
drink
of
Scope
Wrote
what
I
figured,
nope,
damn
you
dig
a
nigga
doe
Rhymes
too
drastic,
bastard,
pull
hookers
like
elastic
NBA
style,
fantastic
No
time
to
bite,
but
I
just
might,
tonight
I
write
left-handed
cause
I
like
to
grab
my
dick
with
my
right
Who
could
ever
say
that
I
don't
get
plenty
play
Win
lose
or
draw,
I'm
booking
whores,
anyway
As
I
get
ready
I'm
steady
if
I
go
crazy
I'd
take
Eddie
If
I
was
Fred,
I
think
I'd
have
to
bone
Betty
Sucking
and
lucking,
hey,
niggas
I'm
ducking,
nay
Nada
no
never
meaning
ain't
no
motherfuckin
way
Rappers
get
gassed
come
on
and
get
fast
Try
to
get
past
when
I
blast,
and
you
can
hand
over
your
ass
One
line
and
that's
fear
Rappers
get
so
damn
pussy
they
gotta
go
for
a
pap
smear
So
Shyheim,
if
you're
down
with
the
groove
Get
on
the
mic
it's
time
to
show
and
prove
I
spark
the
mic
like
weed
that's
in
a
cipher
And
I
get
girls
open
like
a
reggae
song
by
Tiger
So
check
me
out,
as
I
flip
this
here
track
kid
And
make
mad
noise
like
a
Metallica
record
I'm
psycho,
a
villain
to
the
styles
I
be
killing
When
I'm
thrusted,
and
all
competition
gets
dusted
Cause
I
rock
the
world
from
U.S.A.
to
Asia
to
Russia
If
your
shit
stinks
I'mma
flush
ya,
then
bust
ya
Like
a
crazy
man
from
Cali
son
My
jams
be
packed
like
a
Farrakhan
rally,
what?
You
know
my
style,
I
put
the
F
in
effin
foul
The
Rugged
Child
lock
shit
down
like
Rikers
Isle
And
got
more
girls
than
a
trailer
load
with
Shabba
More
Super
than
Cat,
I'm
the
punani
Don
Dada
So
Big
Daddy,
if
you're
down
with
the
groove
my
man
Get
on
the
mic
and
won't
ya
show
and
prove
Now
tell
me
who
is
the
man?
With
the
high-potent
lyrics
no
rapper
can
ever
stand
And
stepping
to
me,
thinking
I
can
be
touched?
Not
even
Michael
Jordan'll
gamble
that
much,
yo
I
get
down
on
it
and
give
it
to
rappers
that
even
act
like
they
want
it
I
come
for
your
title
kid,
run
it!
Or
else
get
hit
with
the
ultimate,
too
legit
skit
Ahh
yeah,
that's
that
shit
Drop
lyrics
on
ya,
strong
as
ammonia
That
is
I
thrown
ya,
scold
ya,
Jones
ya,
I
tried
to
warn
ya
You
was
wack
since
I
known
ya,
fake
as
a
cubic
zirconia
What
I
just
shown
ya,
real
lyrics
doggone
ya
Look
inside
my
rap
book
at
every
text
my
man
And
see
that
I
got,
more
essays
than
the
Mexican
The
Messiah
that's
feared
great,
leaving
rappers
in
a
weird
state
Scared
straight,
for
their
prepared
fate
Strong
as
an
elephant,
intelligent,
compelling
and
elegant
So
well
in
it
with
every
single
element
And
competition
gets
none
If
I
was
wearing
pantyhose
you
still
couldn't
give
me
no
run
I
see
the
way
you're
trying
to
get
to
me
But
with
that
speech
impedi-ment,
man
you
gotta
come
better
G
You're
hitting
all
the
wrong
switches
troop
begin
again
Mumble
mouth
rappers
couldn't
last
a
minute
with
The
non-resistable,
non-competible
No
No
No
I'm
not
saying
I'm
the
best
I'm
just
saying
I'm
fucking
incredible
And
let's
just
make
one
more
thing
understood
That
if
I
fart
on
a
record,
trust
me
nigga
it'll
sound
good
So
Jay-Z,
if
you're
down
with
the
groove,
my
mellow
Get
on
the
mic
it's
time
to
show
and
prove
One
checking
it
two,
checking
it
three
Check
out
the
J,
check
out
the
A,
check
out
the
Y,
check
out
the
Z
Aight
G!
I'm
breaking
MC's
up
like
EPMD
And
these
nuts
if
you
rappers
trying
to
see
me
I'm
buckwild
with
styles,
ta-dow
I've
been
in
it
running
a
hundred
miles
I'm
well
endowed,
baby
gal
Uhh,
the
greatest
nigga
to
touch
it,
you
niggas
can't
fuck
with
The,
incredible
skills
of
the
G
from
Brooklyn,
big
up
kid
And
ain't
no
eating
me
up,
you
fast
fuckin
with
jigga
I'm
like
Prince
jeans,
I
bring
the
ass
out
a
nigga
When
I
rock
it
it's
in
the
pocket,
baby
mop
it
don't
knock
it
Till
you
try
it,
once
you
start,
you
can't
stop
it
I'm
the
cocky
breed,
I'm
dope
like
poppy
seed
I
live
one
rent
from
besides
that
be
Between
get
off
my
dick
and
stop
jockin
me
When
I
bust
a
rhyme
you're
diggin
the
sound
I
know
you
loving
the
way
it's,
goin
down
baby
So
Ason
huh,
if
you're
down
with
the
groove,
why
don't
ya
Get
on
the
mic
and
show
and
prove
Come
on
Wu-Tang
killa
bees
on
a
swarm
Rain
on
your
college
ass,
disco
dorm
Slippery
when
wet
and
don't
you
ever
forget
You
couldn't
get
a
flick,
of
the
hype
outfit
Because
the
way
that
I
dress
this
style
mad
wild
Enough
to
make
a
crowd
of
women
scream
"Ow!"
Whether
at
a
party
or
just
in
bed
All
thoughts
on
Ason,
keep
that
in
your
head
Yuh,
my
beats
are
funky
and
my
rhymes
are
spunky
Sometimes
I'll
be
like
"Well
god
damn
what's
the
recipe?"
I
don't
know,
I
ask
my
momma
she
don't
know
She
says
"Go
ask
your
goddamn
father!"
It's
all
about
me
in
the
place
to
be
Niggas
think
they
all
that,
yo,
that
shit
is
G
Mad
game
and
it's
a
motherfucking
shame
How
many
enemies
wanna
claim
the
name
Of
Ason,
who
carries
on
like
a
manager
Yo!
Sounds
fly,
right?
Danger!!!
1 Daddy's Home
2 Brooklyn Style...Laid Out
3 In The PJ's
4 Show & Prove
5 Lyrical Gymnastics
6 That's How I Did 'Em
7 Sex According To The Prince Of Darkness
8 3 Forties And A Bottle Of Moet
9 The Way It's Goin' Down
10 Somebody's Been Sleeping In My Bed
11 Let Yourself Go
12 Don't Do It To Yourself
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