Prelude Lyrics - Looks Like A Job For... - Big Daddy Kane

[big daddy kane] 

Huh, huh, huh 

Mister cee, are you wit me, uhh 

Mister cee, are you wit me, dig it 

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Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh 

And put that rough talk on the shelf 

You talk all that robbery shit, but it's lame 

You wouldn't steal first base at a baseball game 

Never sold drugs, you never was a thug 

But you're talking ying-yang like as if you're in a gang 

I mean for goodness sake 

The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak 

You wanna question me and all the words I say 

Well, you can bring the noise any fuckin day 

I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya 

And if I see you at a party, put up your dickbeaters 

By time I get through wreckin your jaw 

You be callin patti labelle and barry white hardcore 

Why should I give up for gangster contrast 

When I can rap about gettin some ass 

To prove that I'm a gangster only brings me trouble 

But the proof that I'm a lover * sound of a zipper * 

It's that easy but still you insist (yeah) 

That I do this (what? ) 

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