Brothers On My Jock chords and lyrics - EPMD

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[Verse 1]
[Am][Fea[Dm]turing Redman]
Chorus: Parrish Smith (from 'So What
[Am]Cha [Dm]Sayin[Am]')
Brothers [Dm]on my jock for the way I ho[Am]ld a piece
[Dm]of steel [Am](4x)[Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
So what [Dm]cha [Am]saying
Verse One: Redman
I go [Dm]wild as I sip from a cold
[Am]Lowe[Dm]nbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom did [Am]the bassline crank
From being rated [Dm]are from being top rank
[Am]I'm hard like an erect[Dm]ion
[Am]Phrases might get too tough
[Dm]to break d[Am]own in sections
So I [Dm]grab a pen and [Am]pad, I'm back
to make a [Dm]killer, similar to [Am]a backstab
Don't arrest [Dm]me,
arrest [Am]my brain, i[E]t's insane
[Dm]If I'm booty, then[Am] I've been framed
By an [Dm]MC, who can't be the are- E- D
[Am]Fuck wit me,
you'll get [Dm]slapped up and capped up [Am]easy
By me and a tre- [Dm]eight pistol,
so [Am]vacate the [Dm]premises
Or ask [Am]for Mayday, Mayday
For [Dm]H- E- L- P, br[Am]others tell me
[Dm]I'm electrifyin, similar to round [Am]three
I don't brag [Dm]and boast
but [Am]smash and roast
[Dm]MC's wit degrees from here to
the West [Am]Coast
[Dm]I'm miracle wit [Am]no abr[Dm]akadaba
Piece of membranes
[Am]will smash like crackers
[Dm]Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town [Am]House
[Dm]None of the above get caught
wit the round[Am]house
[Dm]Kick, blackflip, semifull
[Am]My v[Dm]ocal chord prove my pull ain't bull
[Am]I'm down wit t[Dm]he Squad,
no more than four to five [Am]brothers
[Dm]Six or more, y[Am]ou seen got smothered
[Dm]By a fist of[Am] fury,
next is the [Dm]verdict
Let's hear it from [Am]the jury[Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm]
[Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm]
Chorus
[Am]Verse Two: [Dm]PMD[Am]
I'm a [Dm]nightmare to rappers,
terror to an [Am]MC
[Dm]Cold wreck the nigga wit
the help of [Am]E- D
Aggrav[Dm]ation,
don't need it, so get off [Am]my dick
Master of dis[Dm]aster,
no time for flick[Am]s
Straight up [Dm]be
- boy, Real McCoy like Bruce [Am]Leroy
Strap [Dm]the [Am]bozack when I'm
stabbin a skeezoid
[Dm]Gangsta rap,
it's Daddy Mack [Am]wit a [Dm]bozack
Roy the funk punk pumps
skunk [Am]like a smokestack
So swing [Dm]low and lick up balls
[Am]I'm [Dm]like Scharzenegger, correcting
shit in Total [Am]Re-
[Dm]call up E- D and the posse
that's [Am]ten deep
To wax a sucker [Dm]nigga
booty rappin [Am]MC
[Dm]So step off cause you gets no props
[Am]So stick the f[Dm]ork in him, Redman (why) cause
[Am]he's done[Dm][Am][Dm][Am][Dm]
[Am][Dm]
[Am]Chorus[Dm][Am][Dm]
[Am]Verse Three: [Dm]Erick [Am]Sermon
I'm [Dm]E- D, I belong wit the [Am]A- Team
A [Dm]one man wreckin machine, by [Am]all means
Ne[Dm]cessary, I destroyed on con[Am]tact
No [Dm]fear, of getting killed
cause I'm [Am]strapped
The [Dm]Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet
[Am]to creep,[Dm]
on my crew so you don't [Am]sleep
My [Dm]mic is caffeine, similar to M[Am]axwell
[Dm]Making it smooth for me,
yes, to wax well
And you might get scared
and spark [Am]a stove
Cause [Dm]I pack steel but Hold
On like En [Am]Vogue
My [Dm]swiftness, I got a gift not for Christmas
God bless, mmm- hmm, can I get a [Am]witness
[Dm]I'm fresh like a bag of Chips Ahoy
No toy, I'm a hardcore [Am]be
- boy
[Dm]Once again, I quote, I'm danger
I smoked Smokey the Bear
and killed the forest [Am]ranger
[Dm]Poof, the fire's out and I'm [Am]gone
Peace to Mandela and [Dm]Farrakhan

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