Lirik Lagu D. Original - Jeru The Damaja
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Verse One:
Dirty rotten scoundrel that's what I'm called on the streetCould connive and cheat but rarely get beatYa see I'm streetwise a con game proKickin the Bobby bullshit too smart for Willie BoboNot stressin five o hot hand in celoLive in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the boroughHomicide central East New YorkWhere the manic depressive psycho murderers stalkWalk like a ninja, on the asphaltHere talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalkAnd there's more hardtimes, than on Good TimesAnd most niggaz dedicate their life to crimeSo I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dimeUsed to get, tax free loot, all the timeType slick can't fess on 'Ru, because
Verse Two:
Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get looseDirty rotten since the days of the deuceDirty, because of the skin I'm inThe fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felonEven though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellinBut I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellinAccording to your books you said I would be damned like HamScoundrel opposite of the king that I amBut wanna get funny, we can get bummyTake you to the East and back again moneyFilthy putrified trick, step past your sisterChallenge the Damaja, and you'll be historyMortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R&BNasty MC deityChop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-ealgland, as I expand, you know who I am
Verse Three:
Father of all stylin, I be whylin on waxWe hack shit up like big ax and little axDon't need tokes to make you jump like bungeeTracks real
Dirty rotten scoundrel that's what I'm called on the streetCould connive and cheat but rarely get beatYa see I'm streetwise a con game proKickin the Bobby bullshit too smart for Willie BoboNot stressin five o hot hand in celoLive in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the boroughHomicide central East New YorkWhere the manic depressive psycho murderers stalkWalk like a ninja, on the asphaltHere talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalkAnd there's more hardtimes, than on Good TimesAnd most niggaz dedicate their life to crimeSo I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dimeUsed to get, tax free loot, all the timeType slick can't fess on 'Ru, because
Verse Two:
Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get looseDirty rotten since the days of the deuceDirty, because of the skin I'm inThe fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felonEven though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellinBut I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellinAccording to your books you said I would be damned like HamScoundrel opposite of the king that I amBut wanna get funny, we can get bummyTake you to the East and back again moneyFilthy putrified trick, step past your sisterChallenge the Damaja, and you'll be historyMortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R&BNasty MC deityChop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-ealgland, as I expand, you know who I am
Verse Three:
Father of all stylin, I be whylin on waxWe hack shit up like big ax and little axDon't need tokes to make you jump like bungeeTracks real
