Down The Line Lyrics - Roy Orbison

Check it out, check it out 

I got my whole crew in the house 

And we gon' turn this house into a home 

Straight up and down 

I got my man Melo T in the house 

I got my man Preacher Earl in the house 

I got my man Asu in the house 

I got my man Gang Starr in the house 

And to my brother Smooth B is in the house 

And I'm Greg N-i-c-e, I'm in the house 

So peep it 

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I got a shitload of story tales in my sack 

Please come in, hang your coat on the rag 

While you at it, make my coffee black 

So I can get the monkey from off my back 

15 cents minus 5 is a dime 

Sexy young ladies, let's intertwine 

Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line 

I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh 

Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar 

Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll 

By the time I sweat I'm out of control 

I'm like a locomotive goin express 

My lyrics written in spraypaint on the wall (ssss...) def 

I'm from Uptown, I'm a gangster from the projects 

Either or, take it all, get much respect 

Destined for fame when I'm goin for mine 

This, this is how I run it down the line 

Photos 

Hey yo, beats, styles, mics I be flashin 

If you step up step in a orderly fashion 

See, I collect the dough for the show and then I'm dashin 

House parties I'm crashin, pool parties I'm splashin 

Eatin candy yams, drinkin Baby Sham, breakin down (?) 

Got the masterplan, glance at the Melo stance 

Arms are crisscrossed, posture rasta 

When I wanna go to the mall, I need a helicopter 

Rrrrring - I think that's my time 

Yo, (this is how we run it down the line) 

The biggeda-Bass Blaster with a tongue-twistin rhyme 

(This is how we run it down the line) 

Yo, literally, literary literature 

Six slippery Seals slippin silently ashore 

Sally sold seashells down by the seashore 

Sold two shells but couldn't see to sell no more 

Beautiful babblin brooks bubba between blossom and banks 

Brothers above the Brooks take a punch off the plank 

A big black bug bit a big black bear, bit him on the rear 

The bear was big but the bug didn't care, he had no fear 

How much would could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? 

Yo, I don't know, all I know is I say it good 

Asu, you got the funky, funky rhymes 

Yo my brother, run it down the line 

Yo, rhymes is rippin and the mic is passed to me 

It was too young so they got me for statuatory 

Don't take me for granted, punk, yeah, and think I'm worthless 

Fuck movin mountains I move planets and you'll be earthless 

You don't wanna battle Asu, all I leave is fossils 

Lethal Weapons Die Harder cause the Mission's Impossible 

And my rhymes is riper, I'm ready to come crisper 

Old jacks know that so they go back and whisper 

Takin surveys, gettin nervous, I'm just too worthy 

They can't stand me and say, "He can't be from Jersey" 

Mad, mad response I'm catchin just as soon as I step into the place 

That's why a smile's on my face 

I got styles that you trace with haste but I'm too deep 

Lots of the ladies I meet, I must be sweet 

So I say hold up and wait up and then listen here 

My rhymes come crisp and clear, but beware 

My format is all that, my concept's refined 

The Gang to the S-t-a-double r shines 

Chumps be losin it, abusin it, not gainin 

So there my gain is they vanish while I'm remainin 

And twice as Nice with a Smooth groove I end my rhyme 

And yo (this is how we run it down the line) 

Yeah, lyrical, financial and spiritual 

A dream of touchin my style would take a miracle 

You didn't know how deadly was my flow as I grow 

And bumrush and crush any foe 

But I prefer to have a good time when I rhyme 

But lately I have had to refine and be sublime 

Cause sometimes some people don't understand 

That I'm a man with ambitious plans and I stand to live grand 

And they fight with all their money invested to hold me back 

But now I'm featuring the mack pack 

Smooth B, you know I'm feelin fine 

(This is how we run it down the line) 

As I go on 

The Bass Blaster's in the house 

To my man in the house 

To my man in the house 

To my man Slick Nick 

To my man Vance Wright in the house 

And Premier, you'se a mutha 

Uhm-uhm