[From The Rapsody Overture]
[Run only]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def and then it went this way
Gotta story to tell about my man Big Sam
Juice unbelieveable across the land
Ill type of fella with lots of gold
Getting money, what, so the story is told
Lived in town around the way,
Up the street, 'round the corner, by the dock of the bay
Kept heads under pressure, money was livin'
Had a crib across town crowded with women
Hot for God, then it got odd
Sammy flipped his scheme for a 6 foot broad
Honey was fly, but yo conniving
Scheming on the way Sammy was riding
He had a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it read 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see him cruisin' girls move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit 'em all in the ride
it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Sammy had girls in ill tight places
Never got gear until honey came through
This girl named Dalilah made him flip on his crew
It's with the one two three, three to two one
My man named Sam, my name's DJ Run
Honey got bold, secret told
Cut locks from his head to get the gold
Put him in jail without the bail
That's a lot to pay for a stank female
Moral to the story, don't dis God
Think with your brain, not with your rod
Run-DMC - Dalilah Lyrics
Run-DMC - Dalilah Lyrics
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[From The Rapsody Overture]
[Run only]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def and then it went this way
Gotta story to tell about my man Big Sam
Juice unbelieveable across the land
Ill type of fella with lots of gold
Getting money, what, so the story is told
Lived in town around the way,
Up the street, 'round the corner, by the dock of the bay
Kept heads under pressure, money was livin'
Had a crib across town crowded with women
Hot for God, then it got odd
Sammy flipped his scheme for a 6 foot broad
Honey was fly, but yo conniving
Scheming on the way Sammy was riding
He had a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it read 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see him cruisin' girls move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit 'em all in the ride
it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Sammy had girls in ill tight places
Never got gear until honey came through
This girl named Dalilah made him flip on his crew
It's with the one two three, three to two one
My man named Sam, my name's DJ Run
Honey got bold, secret told
Cut locks from his head to get the gold
Put him in jail without the bail
That's a lot to pay for a stank female
Moral to the story, don't dis God
Think with your brain, not with your rod
[Run only]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was def and then it went this way
Gotta story to tell about my man Big Sam
Juice unbelieveable across the land
Ill type of fella with lots of gold
Getting money, what, so the story is told
Lived in town around the way,
Up the street, 'round the corner, by the dock of the bay
Kept heads under pressure, money was livin'
Had a crib across town crowded with women
Hot for God, then it got odd
Sammy flipped his scheme for a 6 foot broad
Honey was fly, but yo conniving
Scheming on the way Sammy was riding
He had a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it read 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see him cruisin' girls move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit 'em all in the ride
it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Sammy had girls in ill tight places
Never got gear until honey came through
This girl named Dalilah made him flip on his crew
It's with the one two three, three to two one
My man named Sam, my name's DJ Run
Honey got bold, secret told
Cut locks from his head to get the gold
Put him in jail without the bail
That's a lot to pay for a stank female
Moral to the story, don't dis God
Think with your brain, not with your rod