E-Dot - Mixtapes Drops (Phatiszimo "Ting Tryer #1" / 182 Mix) lyrics

E-Dot – “Mixtapes Drops (Phatiszimo "Ting Tryer #1" / 182 Mix)” [Produced by Phatiszimo "Ting Tryer #1"] [Verse 1: E-Dot] Yo, I've been down from the get-go, been to every ghetto In your possession, you gon' find it hard to let go (Uh huh, uh huh) And if it's done right, that sh** is, like, special Ayyo, play me again. Sometimes I'm just full of blends. Every volume Running your ends. Tag me with pens What do I sound like? Well, that all depend (No) Bop to my beats, you pa** it on to your friend Blessed by a DJ with a crate full of jams (Wicka wicka) Yo, reel it back—uh huh, uh huh—play it again (Yo) Call me raunchy, your mastermind Tony Toca Get, drop some local emcees. It be over Exclusive tracks from Mobb Deep or J-Hova Yeah, they got beef, but what I do is much older Way more tracks than I done told ya in the Decks and backpacks of all y'all real street soldiers (Mixtapes) [Bridge 1: E-Dot] Uh uh uh uh oh oh. Uh. Uh uh uh uh oh oh. Yo. Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh, yo, oh. Uh, uh (OK!) [Verse 2: E-Dot] Ain't it something? (Yo) First was pause bu*tons (Uh huh, uh huh) And then these DJs incorporated cutting (Cutting) I used to be free and pa**ed around for nothing (Nothing) But now I'm made for the change—the quick buck, man Getting people to know my name—it's all fronting But just as long as y'all keep rotations bumping (Bumping) But, nowadays, most of us is full of junk, man (Man) Hoping to find enough hits to get it crunk—damn! (Damn!) Some of these jams you'll never hear again (Uh huh, uh huh) Some of these jams will be cla**ics (Like mine) Some of these jams will cause mad beefs And some of these mens will get their a** kicked (It wasn't me!) I'm mostly ninety minutes (Oh), combinations infinite (Oh) Too many DJs just be shatting all up in it (Uh huh) I just speak the truth. I don't mean to be a cynic (Cynic) Yo, flip the tape. The first side is now finished Mixtapes [Bridge 2: E-Dot] Ayyo, oh oh oh oh. E-Dot up in the spot, ready to, uh (Yo oh oh oh oh oh oh). A-ha a-ha. (n***a) Yeah, yo, Bone, that sound nice, huh? (OK!). Yo, P, yo, yo, aight, aight [Verse 3: E-Dot] Yo, let's get it started with some cla**ics Like P.E. "Welcome To The Terrordome" (That's my sh**) Yo, like Rakim because there's nothing like the baritone Repeat MD or LL. I like “Boomin' Systems” So I made our album sell well. Back to the wrath Of Cain. I can vary deeply. KRS Is his name. Guessing what comes next is the game Without a DJ on the Flex, it just ain't the same Most of these tapes, well, they're just straight lame Year to year, the number one mixtape change. And if I snap, yep, you gon' repair me again So find me if I'm lost and just rekindle the flame (Yo, man, there it is!) So, yo, yo, push play (Yo). E-Dot on a D.L Tape, you don't say. Pretty soon, the whole damn World gon' know me (Say it). Put me in a deck A Maxell or Sony. And play me again And, yeah. Dub it for your friend (OK!)