[Intro]
In the year of 1994
A motherfucking earthquake just hit New York
You know what I'm saying
Earthquake is here
Straight up
[Verse 1: Earthquake]
I'm wrecking niggas like pencils on a piece of white paper
When I fuck up I can just use my eraser
Deck em, rub em' out and have much clout
Like Damon Wayans Bruce Willis on the Last Boy Scout
My pockets rollin' thick like a milkshake
I overflow the party cuz that shit says earthquake
I get on stage, start to rake em, I bake em
I use A-1 sauce and eat that nigga like steak-um
Earthquake is up when they come to [?]
I eat em' out like stuffin' on my microwave oven
I get the nack when I pack
A 3-5-7 in my sack
Cuz I'm short of a new jack
Aw heck, here's a peck on yo' cheek
I fold em and roll em' and dunk em like Dominique
I get the inspiration
When I see the girls in jubilation
Racing to my place and
Wanna touch my face
As I start to pace and race
Brush em' off like toothpaste
So think twice if you wanna step to this miss
I'll have ya burnin' like [?]
Hey up ya can't leave without no say so
If we were in Cuba, I'd take all ya pesos
So giddyup, this is earthquake on ya stereo
Fuck with me I leave ya soggy like some cereal
I'm gone, checkmate
In the year of 1994
A motherfucking earthquake just hit New York
You know what I'm saying
Earthquake is here
Straight up
[Verse 1: Earthquake]
I'm wrecking niggas like pencils on a piece of white paper
When I fuck up I can just use my eraser
Deck em, rub em' out and have much clout
Like Damon Wayans Bruce Willis on the Last Boy Scout
My pockets rollin' thick like a milkshake
I overflow the party cuz that shit says earthquake
I get on stage, start to rake em, I bake em
I use A-1 sauce and eat that nigga like steak-um
Earthquake is up when they come to [?]
I eat em' out like stuffin' on my microwave oven
I get the nack when I pack
A 3-5-7 in my sack
Cuz I'm short of a new jack
Aw heck, here's a peck on yo' cheek
I fold em and roll em' and dunk em like Dominique
I get the inspiration
When I see the girls in jubilation
Racing to my place and
Wanna touch my face
As I start to pace and race
Brush em' off like toothpaste
So think twice if you wanna step to this miss
I'll have ya burnin' like [?]
Hey up ya can't leave without no say so
If we were in Cuba, I'd take all ya pesos
So giddyup, this is earthquake on ya stereo
Fuck with me I leave ya soggy like some cereal
I'm gone, checkmate
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