Talk Is Cheap Lyrics

Heavy D & The Boyz Talk Is Cheap

[Intro] Dis man, don't trouble no one But if you trouble dis man, he will bring a bam bam What a bam bam, kay-a, diss and what a bam bam Bam bam belong bam bam, bam bam belong bam bam

Big up the boom, big up the bang, some suckers can't hang with all that ying yang, yang yang yang yang It seems you talk mighty tough on your jams when you rap Go in the hood, and you'll probably get SLAPPED I know your type, you're a weasel, a weeble, a wobble A weeble wobble, push you over, watch you topple I never grew in the ghetto, but I slung in the ghetto And I seen plenty of bums get done in the ghetto So money knock it off with the tough guy imagery You think I ain't tough, cause I don't talk tough? Then scrimmage me - I think you got me wrongly pegged I don't smoke blunts, I smoke stunts, so shake a leg and make room for the big belly captain Slappin up saps and respect when I'm rappin Just because you see me in a suit, lookin cute on an R&B jam makin loots with my troops you wanna test ME? The bum diddly diddly diddly diddly D, uh! I think you got it all wrong, we're too strong My crew last long, we drop bombs 'til the early morn So knock it off, with the yikkity yak, the yakkity yak and jump off the dilzznick

[Chorus: repeat 2X] (Talk is cheap!) Watch your mouth when you speak (Talk is cheap!) What, you dirty little creep? (Talk is cheap!) Watch your mouth when you speak (Talk is cheap!) Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh

My name ain't Getty, it's Heavy, so don't gas me You punks too slow, so you know you can't pass me I wreck shop, I get props when I rock B Some mad cop but they still stop and jock me Yo I'm the Over-what? Punk, come and trouble what? Punk, tell my momma what? Punk, eh-heh, eh-heh! I get up and gallop and go, like a stall-ion So nobody diss de cham-pion, WAHH!! I know honeydips, with Coach bag money clips And if money flips, I'll take his girl on a sunny trip So okey dokey I like Smokey but I'll rob his son for fun, if I had a gun, a gun But I'm not a pistol packer, I'm a punani whacker Ask Tammy, I'm a fanny smacker Never fit the flunky, never juiced a junkie Used to drink liquor but I hated Brass Monkey Came on the scene when I was only a teen Peace to T-Roy, a major part of the team Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar and sweet So respect the beat (WHY?!) cause talk is cheap

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[Interlude] Bam bam belong bam bam [3X] Diss and what a bam bam

I got the wig, can you dig? I'm a tough nig Sweeter than a fig big, peace to brothers doin bids So you wanna play a game of catch up? You better back up You can't mess up when you sleep they'll come and test ya tough (Conjunction junction, what's your function?) Hookin up mics and makin 'em work right... Peace to all the new jacks who keep raps in formats And all macks, and in fact, never forget the old cats To them I show 'nuff various 'spect Notice the dialect, when I foot step, I catch wreck You're a shinin star, no matter who you are Made a fancy record, now I drive a fancy car When I was in school I thought it was cool, I had a cigarette Then I found that cigarettes was only good for smelly breath You're blind, so never you worry about me I'm the H-to-the-E, A-to-the-V, Y-to-the-D The mack daddy, one hundred percent beef patty Drive around with Peppermint Patty in a pink caddy Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar and sweet So respect the beat (WHY?!) cause talk is cheap!

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