Sun Large Promo Lyrics & Tabs by Scaramanga
Sun Large Promo
guitar chords lyrics
Yes.
Yes, Yes!
Yes, Yes! Without a doubt.
In the place to be tonight, ladies and gentlemen
For you and yours, your pleasures, styles you can't ignore-uh
The hard to the core-uh
Scaramanga, what's up?
Wassup, baby?
Tsh, it's like 12: 40.
In the AM.
Causing mayhem
On your radio dial
A style you ain't seen in a while
A long time, it runs for more than a mile
Ladies and gentlemen, for you and yours, I said once again
A style you ain't seen in a while
A long time, it runs for more than a mile
Ladies and gentlemen, for you and yours, I said once again
Yo, have Scaramanga and Scholarwise in Axiom Studios
Hehe-HA!
Sun Large!
Sun Large Records. running things
Yes! Yes, but first, before we begin, um.
Can these fellas, fellas move to the side
We wanna' see the ladies in the house tonight, you know what I'm sayin'?
Step to the front of the-the front of the stage, yo."
Ha Ha!
No beef, money, no beef, nah
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, it's all good
Rockin' the way a real MC should
Alright, can I get a little bitta' this?
One time, check it.
Scholar, yeah, is he for more than a dollar?
Make people hollar
The one day faller
Like Moses, can you oppose this.style?
Naw, runs more than a mile, or the Nile
To the river
The style that I deliver make MCs shiver.or purr
What the signs say on this door?
Don't knock this door because I'm coming real raw
Things that you never saw before
Coming off of the top
The lyric that I drop mid-Mister Scaramanga
With the black banger or machete
MCs ain't REALLY really ready
For the battle
Come through, lead the cattle.
Yeah, no doubt
Word up, what we doin'?
How we livin'?
This is Sun Large.
Records.
In charge.
.doin' this.
So put ya' hands up
Put ya' hands up!
Word up
Put ya' hands up!
The World Crowned Prince
Put ya' hands up!
Put ya' hands up!
From the beginning
Scara' in it for winning
Gs I'm spendin'
Ice grill for grinnin'
Ask my dentist
Like bills to buy Benzes
Silk the lenins
Milk infinite
Will defend this
Killa' percentage
Street menace with no repentance
Get the spinach, 22 karat lenses
Briefcase for business
Jet to Trinidad with a bad.
.honey from India named Valencia
Pull the ID of a fly nigga'.die?
While girls get high?
'wise rely on a nickel plated and an air tight alibi
Analyze the land of lies
Planted spies
Scandalize eyes like the Ides of March
Besides the smart guy with the sight too smart, right?
Like to let the dogs bark all night
High up in the sky in my own polarity
Scara' hold key to the city
Curl witty and pretty
Keep the SG Fitty'
Truck in a plush deluxe
Group war committee
Crew's raw and gritty
Tools off to lift me
Over fools talkin' shifty
Jewels flawless cost more than Tiffanies
All I need is a fly girl like Kenya Moore and some Hen' to stiffen me
Layed up in infamy
You could never be a tenth of me
To test the strength of me?
Herbs will get no respect from me
This ice perfectin' me professionally!
I drop lyrical delicacies with ease
Embelissh these symphonies for Gs and then breeze, baby!
Sun Large. ughn!
Then breeze! Yeah, sorta' like wind
Scholar gets busy before you begin
Starting ya' tour (huh!)
We gettin' raw
Like the Nike (Neek) factory to me you poor
Jets through the soul and hole
When I come through, yo, I can't control.
.this feelin'
I got the feelin'
I make ya' raise ya' hands to the ceilin'
Get busy, ya'll. A-get busy, ya'll
Now see we never fall
Some say I have the gall
Others like 5'4" (Huh!) Gettin' raw (Huh!)
A style that you knock on the door sayin' "Who is it?"
Scholar to the wise, wizard.
.with the wand
MCs respond to one name
WACK! Then I turn my back
Extract then subtract
The fat, fat track from the bag
MCs they lag
I got jet lag
From flyin' while MCs is dyin'
From New York to Hawaiian.
.territory. Scaramanga give me the story. (Huh!)
No doubt, baby
Now. ya'll just got a little taste
Of what we doin' down here at Sun Large.
Sun Large!
Word up, baby
In Axiom Entertainment.
Fat Beats. Word up.
Yo, I'm gonna' say peace, word up to all the other rappers.
You know what I'm sayin'.
Peace to all the labels showin' us love.know what I'm sayin'?
What up, ya'll feelin' us, though. Like this, ughn!
A-like that, ya'll. A-like this, yo. A-like that, ya'll.
A-like this, ya'll. Yeah. that. that. that.
We go rat-a-tat STAT with the gat automatic smack
Yo this shit is wack
Motherfuckers tried to step up to me but you lack.
The real shit. the real shit.
This is the real shit. you lack the real shit. ughn
Sun Large. Z-3 Scholarwise
You know what I'm sayin'?
Scaramanga. yeah
Ughn. little promo fa' ya'
