Hah! And now The Lords have broke ground (Here Come the Lords) [x7] (Here Come the Lords) [x7] [Lord Jazz cuts n scratches 'Here Come the Lords']
ترجمه: اربابان زیرزمینی. در اینجا اربابان بیا.
[Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'] [Verse One: Mr. Funke] Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip
[Mr. Funkee] The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton. Lords of the Underground witness the brith of the funky child, Doitall,
Lord Jazz on the wheels Lords of the Underground, 1993 All you other rappers better get your thing together Here Come the Lords This is the fly talker Mr. Funke Here
Taste ] Are y'all set, all prepared to start Move in close cause here comes the dope part By the way, I'm the Taste, if tracks Could talk but they - but here
, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god [Common] {hey girl, come on over here
, y'all 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez Can you understand? 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow
the fuck, you got the mic turned up fo'? When I Chief Rock underground MC's drop like sheet rock Here's a ride to the underground To the beat y'all
get me fucked up Fucked upall nightall night Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic I come
children And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance And furious anger those who attempt to poison And destroy my brothers And you will know my name is the Lord
, and I will strike down Upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Those who attempt to poison and destroy My brothers and you will know my name is the Lord
Here comes the bride... Here comes the bride (here comes the bride) Here comes the bride (HERE comes THE bride!) Here, comes the bride! (here comes the bride) Here
hard and im still ridin blue. Im riding cobalt, i might be ridin navy, its the young don only God can save me. Lord, help me, please come back. Im
china plates Transmitting, hitting areas we freak with funk when we come to planet Earth, with a trunk of fat, soul Alert doing work on the everyday Here
't no time tell yo mama that you love her anymore Ain't no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with
All us, all y'all too, it's on shit (repeat 2X) S if for shootin bitches who constantly talkin shit O is for over, know when i barge in another clique U is for underground
