Showdown - Lyrics - Ea-ski

Verse 1 (E A Ski) And it don't stop, and it don't quit And it don't stop, hell yeah And it don't quit, and it don't stop Fool we don't quit You've entered the wild wild west Side, high noon clock strikes twelve that's high I see haters trespassin' in my town They must be sick in the head They better be quick like Sharon Stone And quicken their dead and quick on the draw Western winds make the dirt gust I still see you when you hear strikes I'ma bust It's on, I've been holdin it down for years Don't follow nobodies shadow (none) A true desperado 21 guns salute when I come through Why you sell a million copies sounds like your crew I roll like no man, follow no man Spittin wicked over tracks, me and C programmed Hard, I keep comin raw, cos I'm hungry Don't sweat the industry cos no company are gonna own me That's why I stand my own ground and square off who ever want's to throw it down I bring it to the showdown Chorus (Montell Jordan) Follow me into the world of Mr Ski (Yeah) Ain't gonna be no mystery Who's gonna win this show's showdown (You know) Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride (Yeah) It's gonna take a miracle why ask why Ski's gonna win this show's showdown Verse 2 (E A Ski) I'm a producer so they thought I would drop a compilation Makin hard tracks spittin no conversation Look here, ain't no rapper feelin conversate for me And take it away from catitalles compersatin me Only my true dogs call me E A Ski punk So when you acknowledge me put the mister in the front Spell it right, M-I-S-T-E-R Ski Composin gangsta tracks with mister C since eighty-three You proberly heard me on Friday with Cube and Chris Tucker Blast, I break a slow dog runnin for cover How would I sound makin tracks if I couldn't rap Bompin them so hard, my dogs give me def wounds I'm wanted in four cities, Miami, New York, L.A. and Oakland With leavin the mic court smokin Kick open the door, at the saloon Don't nobody move unless they wanna throw down, here at the showdown Chorus (Montell Jordan) Follow mw into the world of Mr Ski Ain't gonna be no mystery Who's gonna win this show You can run inside side, Ski goin on a lyrical ride It's gonna take a miracle, why ask why Ski's gonna win this show's showdown Verse 3 (E A Ski) I told ya I'm gonna keep squeezin until they quit Distribution heard quick got the whole ghetto lootin The moms and pops and retails hear Ski puttin in work Pull up on the block bompin it hurts (Why) Makin ya whole hood feel me like grill And have your whole city high ride like George Steel Fool you want the funk, we can bring it to the stage Face off like John Travltra and Nicolas Cage A lot of rappers calm east Oakland ain't frontin Put them lyrically toe to toe to me and see who really run it And we haven't even gotta talk about the production tip cos on the real None of them gonna quit To handle my calibre this next level style combined me rhyme Groups wanna need a click why don't they come to mine You can escape the infra red but it's on ya You best best hit a couple of corners Bring it to the, showdown Chorus (Montell Jordan) Follow me into the world of Mr Ski Ain't gonna be no mystery Who's gonna win this show's showdown Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride It's gonna take a miracle why ask why Ski's gonna win this show's showdown Follow me into the world of Mr Ski Ain't gonna be no mystery Who's gonna win this show's showdown