Yeah, one for the treble (treble)
Two for the bass (bass)
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase (chase)
Keep your boots laced if you wanna keep pace (pace)
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim
I independently laid down and played my game
My own two raise my flame
'Cause dick ridin' ain't my thing
I earned what they said I wouldn't (uh)
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin' it and they whole grill is crooked (yeah)
Mad 'cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings
When y'all was askin' permission I just stepped up and took it, what
The kid's better buy my rookie card now (what)
'Cause after this year the price ain't comin' down
And if you got a joint bubbling then get money now
'Cause in a minute there's gonna be some real trouble coming out
Just a warning, as usual some cats won't heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
A shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent
Or dirty like the 7-1 precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evening
You keep on scheming, it give me some more reason
To have the women in your mama's church screamin', "Lord Jesus"
Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
I know that deep down it got to be bothering y'all
Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all
Pour your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve (ha)
The do or die stay rumbling and bubbling hard
And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
East Coast on your neck and you ain't shrugging it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumbling off
I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York
Getting spanked when there's too much trouble to talk, respect mine
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West Coast
Queens, salute the Pharoahe (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages and wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'
And it amazes me how you claim thug
But go two ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more esés
Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's
Thus what I vent is just (uh), what you lust to vent is irrele'
Hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya (woo)
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures
I'ma quit the rip ya, reach ya (woo)
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dose is just leaving you mentally unfocused there
Mc's just come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch A Beat Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks to sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town (uh)
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All window's is tinted, how you seeing me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock, man, stop that (gimme that)
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though
That's why Nate Dogg goes
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West Coast
Queens, salute the Pharoahe (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh No Video (MV)
Performed By: Nate Dogg and Mos Def
Written by: Nathaniel D Hale, Troy Donald Jamerson, Dante Smith, Dana Stinson
Nate Dogg and Mos Def - Oh No Lyrics
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Yeah, one for the treble (treble)
Two for the bass (bass)
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase (chase)
Keep your boots laced if you wanna keep pace (pace)
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim
I independently laid down and played my game
My own two raise my flame
'Cause dick ridin' ain't my thing
I earned what they said I wouldn't (uh)
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin' it and they whole grill is crooked (yeah)
Mad 'cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings
When y'all was askin' permission I just stepped up and took it, what
The kid's better buy my rookie card now (what)
'Cause after this year the price ain't comin' down
And if you got a joint bubbling then get money now
'Cause in a minute there's gonna be some real trouble coming out
Just a warning, as usual some cats won't heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
A shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent
Or dirty like the 7-1 precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evening
You keep on scheming, it give me some more reason
To have the women in your mama's church screamin', "Lord Jesus"
Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
I know that deep down it got to be bothering y'all
Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all
Pour your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve (ha)
The do or die stay rumbling and bubbling hard
And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
East Coast on your neck and you ain't shrugging it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumbling off
I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York
Getting spanked when there's too much trouble to talk, respect mine
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West Coast
Queens, salute the Pharoahe (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages and wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'
And it amazes me how you claim thug
But go two ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more esés
Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's
Thus what I vent is just (uh), what you lust to vent is irrele'
Hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya (woo)
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures
I'ma quit the rip ya, reach ya (woo)
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dose is just leaving you mentally unfocused there
Mc's just come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch A Beat Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks to sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town (uh)
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All window's is tinted, how you seeing me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock, man, stop that (gimme that)
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though
That's why Nate Dogg goes
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West Coast
Queens, salute the Pharoahe (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Two for the bass (bass)
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase (chase)
Keep your boots laced if you wanna keep pace (pace)
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim
I independently laid down and played my game
My own two raise my flame
'Cause dick ridin' ain't my thing
I earned what they said I wouldn't (uh)
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin' it and they whole grill is crooked (yeah)
Mad 'cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings
When y'all was askin' permission I just stepped up and took it, what
The kid's better buy my rookie card now (what)
'Cause after this year the price ain't comin' down
And if you got a joint bubbling then get money now
'Cause in a minute there's gonna be some real trouble coming out
Just a warning, as usual some cats won't heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
A shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent
Or dirty like the 7-1 precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evening
You keep on scheming, it give me some more reason
To have the women in your mama's church screamin', "Lord Jesus"
Harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all
I know that deep down it got to be bothering y'all
Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all
Pour your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve
Every day that the saga evolve (ha)
The do or die stay rumbling and bubbling hard
And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all
East Coast on your neck and you ain't shrugging it off
Try to bullyfoot and end up stumbling off
I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York
Getting spanked when there's too much trouble to talk, respect mine
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West Coast
Queens, salute the Pharoahe (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages and wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'
And it amazes me how you claim thug
But go two ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more esés
Than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's
Thus what I vent is just (uh), what you lust to vent is irrele'
Hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya (woo)
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures
I'ma quit the rip ya, reach ya (woo)
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dose is just leaving you mentally unfocused there
Mc's just come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch A Beat Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks to sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town (uh)
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All window's is tinted, how you seeing me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock, man, stop that (gimme that)
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though
That's why Nate Dogg goes
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh no
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Oh no
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West Coast
Queens, salute the Pharoahe (they know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose (nose)
Writer: Nathaniel D Hale, Troy Donald Jamerson, Dante Smith, Dana Stinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.