Текст песни How'd Ya Do It Dee - Run-DMC
Yeah,
one
two
one
two
And
I
say
As
we
let
the
music
play
This
is
dedicated
to
Ruddy
Ray
From
all
the
homeboys
around
the
way
So
def
it
won′t
get
an
F
Jay
receives
an
A
for
his
essay
Spins
til
you're
dizzy
Born
to
get
busy
Is
he
the
Jam
Master?
Isn′t
he,
or
is
he?
And
my
name
is
D.M.C.
The
K-I-N-G
The
car
that
I
drive
is
called
a
Caddy
The
drink
that
I
drink
is
called
O.E.
And
I
wear
my
glasses
so
I
can
see
My
homeboy
right
next
to
me
His
name
is
DJ
Run
Shoots
a
gift
like
a
gun
Slays
suckers
one
by
one
Rather
chill
than
kill
Cause
the
killing's
no
fun
So
together
forever
Crew
be
tougher
than
leather
We
gonna
slay
the
bad
ones
Until
there
are
none
Run-D.M.C.'s
award
nominee
The
K-I-N-G′s
of
all
M-I-C′s
Like
Hercules,
with
rhymes
like
these
Never
crackin
not
lackin
and
I
still
pull
G's
Well
I
ah,
impress
the
bad,
suggest
the
rad
Who
be
less
when
they
′fess,
against
the
test
And
I
insist
that
this,
with
a
flick
of
the
wrist
Will
be
kid
not
dissed
at
the
top
of
the
list
So
go
a-head,
and
stand,
check
out
the
man
With
a
clan,
never
ran,
and
in
demand
So
just
a
Bust
a
rhyme
It's
a
must
cause
I′m
Funky
fresh,
in
the
flesh
AND
YOU
KNOW
THE
TIME
Why
don't
ya,
bust
it
son
Cause
I′m
number
one
Just
do
it,
pursue
it
Hit
it
Run!
Yo
I'm
flowin
and
showin
rocks
knots
and
shockin
the
mind
I'm
only
chillin
and
killin,
so
won′t
you
check
out
the
rhyme
Meetin
greatin
and
seatin,
suckers
all
in
a
row
Crashin
mashin
and
bashin,
my
name
is
Run,
call
me
Joe
Fat
as
ever
and
clever,
and
never
second
to
none
Wearin
leather
and
better
(What′s
your
name?)
DJ
Run
But
in
the
summer's
a
bummer,
cause
I
leave
em
at
home
Just
Adidas
and
me,
and?
and
D
on
the
phone
Diggin
eyein
the
crown,
sellin
skills
by
the
pound
Makin
breakin
and
takin
all
of
the
suckers
around
Puttin
fear
in
the
heart,
at
the
top
of
the
chart
Stunning
gunning
and
funning,
cause
Run′s
running
this
art
DJ's
facing
the
rage,
never
losing
a
show
Cause
when
the
set
is
a
match,
then
they′re
ready
to
go
Swervin
curvin
deservin,
the
grass
grow
everyday
Cause
makin
money
ain't
funny,
ain′t
that
right
JMJ?
Full
in
effect,
set
comin
correct
Yet
gainin
respect,
still
breakin
a
neck
I'm
coolin
and
chillin,
not
foolin
with
illin
On
the
mission
it's
thrillin,
and
I′ll
make
a
killin
My
higher
desire,
go
high
and
then
fly
ya
Makes
me
the
messiah,
I′ll
neve
rretire
I'm
spankin
and
bankin,
high
rankin
and
skankin
Improvising,
suprising,
I′m
rising
and
flaking
My
boys
on
the
side,
the
front
and
the
back
A
Cadillac
and
a
stack,
for
the
King
Darryl
Mack
Not
workin
for
free,
pocket
full
with
a
G
And
they
always
ask
me,
D.M.C.,
"How'd
ya
do
it
Dee?"
On
the
go
with
Joe,
makin
pay
with
Jay
All
day,
WHY?
Cause
I′m
livin
that
way
One
wonders,
WHAT?
How
it
gets
done
I
hear
questions,
FROM
WHO?
From
everyone
I'm
cool.
I
broke
the
rule
Breakin
all
but
laws,
when
I
break
fool
Cause
I′m
the
man.
that
was
born
to
rule
Every
girl
in
the
world,
and
make
them
drool
It's
easy
to
be,
it's
easy
to
D
It′s
easy
to
G,
it′s
easy
to
me
Wanna
know
how
I
do
it,
got
a
goal,
I
pursue
it
Got
the
soul,
to
get
to
it,
you
was
told,
so
you
knew
it
The
answers,
from
questions,
I'm
tellin
to
thee
Cause
they
always
ask
me,
D.M.C.,
"How′d
ya
do
it
Dee?"
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