Three Times Dope - Original Stylin' lyrics

[ VERSE 1: EST ] s**ers still wanna take me the wrong way So now it's nothin but the rhyme and the beat playin You can call call it plain but once again Shootin stupid etiquette up in your membrane People thought I couldn't come no doper than the Giddy Up Now since I'm runnin the show and I'm yo, Straight Up Check out the way I like sizzinay the rhizzyme It be wooping each and every tizzime Don't get too close or I'ma start to poke You're probably thinkin man this dude ain't no joke My thoughts exactly, you're right on the money Talk about precision, I'll vouch for that decision Don't worry too much 'bout my physical appearance I focus the hocus pocus on perseverance I was blessed to look so fresh On the seriousness, I'm so right I'm left Don't mean to brag but Holmes, you know it is the truth Goin all the way back to Roots Now come on soul sisters, shake your hips a Little bit faster, just got to have ya Sa**y, bra**y rockin your cha**is Just plain thump-bumpin it nasty The ES, the Chuck Nice, the DJ Wood Spreadin like the plague in your neighborhood From Huntingpark to Hilltop You wanna say a little somethin, then try me From Huntingpark to Hilltop Comin out with a shout and it's original stylin [ VERSE 2: EST ] See everytime me turn around s**er look me up and down And then he keeps on biting Hey, everytime I turn around s**er lookin me up and down And then he keeps on biting No matter what me say and no matter what me DJ play They gonna keep on bitin And when me step up and say 'Hey!' they look the other way And then he keeps on biting On the real it's ridiculous He's just mad because he ain't acknickulous Then he tries to take it out on me, you know And yo, he'll go and steal Chuck Nice beat Everytime me turn around s**er look me up and down And then he keeps on biting Hey, everytime I turn around s**er lookin me up and down And then he keeps on biting Try not to give me respect Cause you know damn well I'm in effect And everytime make a rhyme gonna get the fat royalty check And I'm paid, so what the heck This is dedicated to all the fly sisters EST's d to rock your transistor Hawkin like winter there when you enter But part of you don't wanna because you know I'm gonna Have you at my feet causin you grief Makin MC's lessons is just an obsession Cuttin no corners, warnin you goners Press you like a vest, steam ya like a sauna People see me as EST the great And be like, 'Man I can't wait to rock this tape!' Sendin in a demo that sounds like Chuck Off it goes, into the dump Only quality is gettin produced By the organization takin juice The Yankees I got stacked up in a pile and All because me just original stylin Yo, comin to you straight from the HTH I like to give some shouts out to my man Steady B DJ Tat and Turntable Savage ( ? ) some stuff with BDP Comin out on the new album, knawmsayin? So dig that We got my man that's all pure hip-hop, Chuck Nice on the box DJ Woody Wood the funky record player Fly Assa**in on the fader, yamsayin? The Mega Flex, Misty and Tiffany cold rockin the steps We got my man the Almighty Cool C and his dancers Fatal Attraction, Donna, Marie We got Thick & Thin, Steady's dancers, E-Marvelous and JoJo clockin all the dough, yanamsayin My manager LG, small time hustler Qu'ran, yaknamsayin We got all the people from the HTH personel And everybody that's down with us, you yaknawmsayin? All the brothers with the fade, check this out I'm outta here like a breeze through the trees When I flow I'm takin all the leaves Now peace