Lirik Lagu Lockjaw - Sir Mix-A-Lot
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{Your silence is my trade}Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}I'm givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Here we go!Oh no,Another flow show from the young black dynamoLockin' up jaws, MCs pause -No lyrical flawsHush, when the boss is talkin'Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peakThe elite don't get with the weakShut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut upBoy, don't try to run up'Cause I chop up cropsA weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he floppedHe went down to the concrete groundI'm a hound when I get downAnd I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knackTo pack sacks and never pay taxAnd when I leave they diss meKnowin' they can never get with meBut he who laughs last gets the most cashAnd lives the blast past of rap trashGone!Left ya, sonGimme a call when you're doneYour silence is my trade, shut up!{Your silence is my trade}
2x:Lockjaw!(Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Run, run, run, your time is done, sonMove out for the well-hung young oneAnd I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -Dead presidents, black!Peace to my fans and I love yaAnd I got yo' cover'Cause I'm back to pleaseAnd cool off the hot MCs'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pantsThat shit don't make you dance!What's this beat doin'?Leavin' your posse ruinedStuck my fist in his mouthCaught him on a whole shoutNo pity on the lyrically weakFace defeat, retreat, but don't speak'Cause I ain't through, foolAnd you ain't true to the Mix rules!You try to flow so you go for what you knowBut yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro(Ohh!) I can't go slowGotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' doughFull blown, bad to the boneAnd known to get it on with a microphone, homesLeave my throne aloneI've been to the low zoneYour silence is my trade, shut up!{Your silence is my trade}
2x:Lockjaw!(Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Come on, Punish!Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boastAnd roast most that choose to get closePut 'em in a lyrical knotMy spot: the #1 slotBut I gotta have beatsWhen I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to competeGet 'em up, if you wanna go head-upWhat up?Do as I instruct, black'Cause my gat is jack-backedAnd lookin' at your baseball hatI rolled over that mess you stoleAnd took control, and then broke the mold!Now here I stand, boss manThe NorthWest tip is where I amAnd I'm runnin' this work like dopeShippin' it in planes, trains and boatsUp the charts I goSteppin' on toes and throwin' low bolosMy group is large, and hardNo need for a bodyguardWe flex, rippin' off MCs' necksRun 'em into Critical's pecsYour silence is my trade, shut up!
2x:Lockjaw!{Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw!{Your silence is my trade}
Come on, Punish!Punish 'em!Punish!Punish 'em!
Lockjaw!Givin' MCs lockjaw!Lockjaw!Givin' MCs lockjaw!Lockjaw!Shhh
Here we go!Oh no,Another flow show from the young black dynamoLockin' up jaws, MCs pause -No lyrical flawsHush, when the boss is talkin'Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peakThe elite don't get with the weakShut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut upBoy, don't try to run up'Cause I chop up cropsA weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he floppedHe went down to the concrete groundI'm a hound when I get downAnd I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knackTo pack sacks and never pay taxAnd when I leave they diss meKnowin' they can never get with meBut he who laughs last gets the most cashAnd lives the blast past of rap trashGone!Left ya, sonGimme a call when you're doneYour silence is my trade, shut up!{Your silence is my trade}
2x:Lockjaw!(Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Run, run, run, your time is done, sonMove out for the well-hung young oneAnd I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -Dead presidents, black!Peace to my fans and I love yaAnd I got yo' cover'Cause I'm back to pleaseAnd cool off the hot MCs'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pantsThat shit don't make you dance!What's this beat doin'?Leavin' your posse ruinedStuck my fist in his mouthCaught him on a whole shoutNo pity on the lyrically weakFace defeat, retreat, but don't speak'Cause I ain't through, foolAnd you ain't true to the Mix rules!You try to flow so you go for what you knowBut yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro(Ohh!) I can't go slowGotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' doughFull blown, bad to the boneAnd known to get it on with a microphone, homesLeave my throne aloneI've been to the low zoneYour silence is my trade, shut up!{Your silence is my trade}
2x:Lockjaw!(Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
Come on, Punish!Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boastAnd roast most that choose to get closePut 'em in a lyrical knotMy spot: the #1 slotBut I gotta have beatsWhen I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to competeGet 'em up, if you wanna go head-upWhat up?Do as I instruct, black'Cause my gat is jack-backedAnd lookin' at your baseball hatI rolled over that mess you stoleAnd took control, and then broke the mold!Now here I stand, boss manThe NorthWest tip is where I amAnd I'm runnin' this work like dopeShippin' it in planes, trains and boatsUp the charts I goSteppin' on toes and throwin' low bolosMy group is large, and hardNo need for a bodyguardWe flex, rippin' off MCs' necksRun 'em into Critical's pecsYour silence is my trade, shut up!
2x:Lockjaw!{Your silence is my trade}Givin' MCs lockjaw!{Your silence is my trade}
Come on, Punish!Punish 'em!Punish!Punish 'em!
Lockjaw!Givin' MCs lockjaw!Lockjaw!Givin' MCs lockjaw!Lockjaw!Shhh
