Right Now Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Right here, right now? 

[Erick Sermon] (Parrish Smith) 

Yeah, uh-huh 

Uh-huh 

Ah y'all know what, that is, yo, uh-huh (e-dub) 

Uh-huh, uh-huh, ya know what that is, word up 

(wax and tax em) the squadron, pmd, Erick Sermon 

(millennium ducats) yo, yo 

Def jam 

[Erick Sermon] 

Excuse me! I'm trying to earn a mere buck or two 

Yo my name's e-dub, so who the fuck are you? 

I'm locking it down now, and that's that 

I'm the bigga nigga, supreme vigor figure with cap 

Hold your gat, I can't control the sound 

If the beat grabs you up, then hold yourself down 

Captivates, give it raw to the kick and snare 

Like, yeah yeah 

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[Parrish Smith] 

I love it when my jewels dangles 

Could see stars, like the bangles 

When you approach me, address me as Mr. like Bojangles 

Death decepticon, bad intentions when we repping on 

Microphones, step in the set and start flexing on 

Your big man, don't lose focus and watch the quicksand 

Kill the drama, my nigga lean on cats, like a kickstand 

Fuck it, Erick and Parrish millennium ducats 

Fully flossed out, two G's, fisherman bucket 

[Chorus: x2] 

Who? epmd got checks to cash 

What what? drop bombs for the clubs to blast 

When? right now, so my crew could flash 

Where? right here, get the money and stash 

Photos 

[Erick Sermon] 

Hey yo what's that song, that got the average dude 

Playing the fool, hitting the bong with cheech and chong 

What? me and mic doc rock the spot like we're up 

With more technique, than Bruce Lee with num-chuks (wha-tah) 

Pure player, my rap flow's athletic 

Workout seven albums, rap calisthenics 

Epmd now, here to get ya 

With a blow, you could of sworn Roy Jones hit ya 

[Parrish Smith] 

Cats can't hold me, Erick and Parrish, we hold the trophy 

Scorn your team all day so I suggest you change your goalie 

Cause I'm hype again, with e double, on the mic again 

Crack a 40, spark a l, then pop a ? perkadan? 

Straight off tiggy, riding shotgun with my niggy 

No diggy, e and p tight like lenny and squiggy 

Sundullah, no one cooler than the rap ruler 

And to the cats out there fronting, yo, you can't fool us 

[Chorus] 

[Erick Sermon] 

Hey yo, stop, drop, and roll, we on fire 

And we won't stop rocking til we retire 

Who said we out of biz? that there was a liar 

I'm Sammy Sosa, and P's mark McGuire 

Home run hitters, with black tar beneath the eye 

If you wanna hate me, do it now, try 

I'm lethal, take it back to epmd third album 

And do it for my people 

[Parrish Smith] 

I jump out the plane and hanglide 

Hit the ice and slip-slide 

Niggas don't get it, epmd status, correct me if I'm 

Mistaken, currently record breaking and still baking 

Like Kevin to footloose only difference we keep the system quaking 

Dusk to dawn, word is bond 

You fuck with epmd, Erick and Parrish, the shit is on 

Cause we roll with a street team that donate posters 

Quick to roast ya 

Run up with the gat cocked back, clap, and smoke ya 

[Chorus]