Stop (Think for a Moment) — текст песни (Ed O.G. and Da Bulldogs)

[Ed O.G.]
I`m bringin fear and all that, the gear I wear is all that
You wanna doubt me talk about me I ain`t hearin all that
Because I`m famous, for waxin the toughest and the lamest, Amos
But not the same as, a sucker who`s as plain as
crackers, and get no wacker
You step up, I bust your rep up, and then I smack up
the posse you`re with - are they your backup?
They better back up before they get racked up
Just like a pool ball get hauled off like a U-Haul
or get played like a little girl`s doll
A tough guy, who`s rappin a A-B-C style like a child
is just an infant, with an old-ass style - you better

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Stop, think for a moment okay -> Guru
Stop-stop, think for a momeny okay

[Ed O.G.]
Suckers are sufferin, Ed O.G. will get tougher than
all of the rest of them, they`re waitin and wonderin
When will I get ill and bend, the comp like a piece of tin
You can`t go against me, cause the sensei got you high again
So don`t pop your chops Hobbes, unless you`re ready to drop yo
I spoil your fun just like 5-0
Now the `Bury`s on the map, and saps with crap raps
perhaps will lay low before I blow `em like a sax
Cool out and max like a jazz player
Toot a sucker down and lounge.. for a day or, two
Drink a brew and then say a
funky hypnotic I got it I flaunt it it seems to be ironic
that I`m spreadin like the bubonic, plague
I`m gettin paid, not played, and I`ll invade
like a renegade, I`m all night, your man`s a Minute Maid
Y`knahmsayin? Suckers you know what you got to do

[Chorus]

[Ed O.G.]
I`m gettin busy like a bee, tremendously it`s the E
I`m rockin and keepin the people to partyin dancin with girls you see
I commence, to drench wrench trench the pretense
of the past tense, cause I`m in it to win it
I`m gonna fly that head, and put some sense in it
So get your joint out your stash
But make it fast so you`ll last
Pop weak you`ll get dusted, I`ll put a shell in your ass
When I`m whylin, smokin you sucker and then smilin
with laughter, after we beat you down
So get your uncle, the punk`ll be pickin you from the curb troop
And if he got beef, we`ll serve him too
Y`knahmsayin you SUCKERS, you know what you got to do

[Chorus]