Friday, October 8, 2010
Em-ILL-Y!
Army with harmony
Dave drop a load on 'em
Em-Ill-ly, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
Em is for Yum, Ill is for Kill, scratchin' temple
The last LY...well...that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a sass a badass
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get on occassion at the other party
As a game 'n it seems I gotta start to explainin'
Bust it
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello
You get her out on the field and feelin' real mellow
She starts to run she grabs it down she rips it out of space
Then you wonder how you got all that dirt on your face?
It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T
It's just her way it’s how she plays (Boy, that's what is scary)
It's Em-ILL-Y, time- no time for you to get it
There's no room for relationship,
there's just room to rip it
How many sisters out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's Em-ILL-Y and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
Chorus:
You down with Em-ILL-Y? (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with Em-ILL-Y? (Every last homie)
You down with Em-ILL-Y? (Yeah you know me) 3X