Doremi lyrics

f/ LL Cool J, Scarface



[LL Cool J]

Uhh, uhh.. yeah

See I know how to get down, word up



It`s so hot it`s, LL`s version of the East coast chronic

Smoke `til your lungs collapse

You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?

So ironic, L came back

Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall

holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it

Show me a nigga who can do like I do

Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too

Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new

I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?

Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals

Tried to throw salt on my name, shit`s political

The baddest man on the planet

So ill when I`m spittin niggaz take it for granted

Cram to understand it, I`ll switch and write it lefthanded

Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded

Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot

I don`t think she really hot, your career is a fluke

I`m the best MC to ever touch the pen

Take a look at what I`m doin it will not be done again

As sure I am the descendant of former slaves

I`ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves

Make `em confess - LL`s the most rugged

God, and no man`s above it, gotta love it



[Chorus: LL, Erick]

DO - get this bread, use ya infrared

RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about

MI - you ain`t goin - FA

L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA



DO - get this bread, use ya infrared

RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about

MI - you ain`t goin - FA

E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)



[Erick Sermon]

Uhh, E Dub on the microphone

Droppin bombs - spots get blown

So why would you assume my style wouldn`t bloom

When I rap, wack MC`s vacate the room

Cause they suck, and that`s how I feel

I`ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal

Then wrap `round his neck yo` reel to reel

So next time he know, how the real feel

Get loose and wrap hand `round the steel

Leave you in the truck, wrapped `round ya wheel

(I ain`t playin) But y`all front like I ain`t it

And every rapper y`all like, sample my shit

(Name one) I`m nice, and there`s no mistakin

I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman

My track record is out there, gone

E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)

I`m known for the dome bangers

Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it`s DANGER

Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)

J, never heard it spit this way, hey



[Chorus: LL, Scarface]

DO - get this bread, use ya infrared

RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about

MI - you ain`t goin - FA

L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that`s right)



DO - get this bread, use ya infrared

RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about

MI - you ain`t goin - FA

Cause `Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)



[Scarface]

You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer

You switched from the raw to a chart climber

And now your shit is blowin out the stores

and uh, next month you fin` to go out on the tour but

Count - (two, three, and, four)

Your records ain`t sellin no more

And damn - you done spent your money galore

Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can`t afford (uh-oh)

Tryin to keep up with the trendy

Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi

Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley

And the well that wouldn`t run dry is now empty

It`s simply, cause you wasn`t focused on the next day

and your next tape you can`t give it away, but hey

I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses

Everything you see me I owns it

I`ve been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years

So let`s get, that, clear

You might have sold a few more tapes, but

realistically, are you that great? (nah)

Can`t get respect but I done paid dues

Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I`m the same dude

I`ve been the same nigga since I came through

Do-re-mi too, damn fool!
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