Bermuda Triangle Lyrics - Singles - Tash

Uh-huh, ahh 

I feel like it's time for a new nigga 

And I feel like that nigga should be me 

Hello boys and girls! 

My name is catashtrophe 

Peep my slide out 

Check it out it goes slide, slide, slippedy slide 

I'm here to give y'all niggaz a new dick to ride 

Cause tash is like the flyest nigga standin on the planet 

I pimped the beat so tough I had to slap it back-handed 

A single-handed, thought that's how I planned it 

I didn't leave my group it's just time we all expanded 

Tash made an atom bomb, disguised it as my solo 

Now all the d.c. niggaz bump my shit instead of go-go 

Whattup loco? it's tash on the micro 

Xzibit hold it down with the rifle, what? 

Standin on the eiffel droppin pennies, cause tash ain't friendly 

They tried to pay to shut me up, but they knot too skinny 

And, gimme mines, that's my ninety-eight motto 

Can't walk around the city lookin rahlo 

So if y'all niggaz follow I lead, let's smoke this weed 

Put away your guns punk so we can all get keyed 

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x) 

"with that west coast rhymin" 

"my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def 

So to the pimps players hustlers high rollers dead pres folders 

Better hold on to your funds, while this alkie mic control it 

Takin over, catashtrophe he rollin like a boulder 

Like master p told ya, you a soldier; I'm posted 

Like a vulture on a branch on a hunt for grands 

My circumstance, I went from snow ball to avalanche 

And now tash is the nigga that all the hoes chose 

My style is hella flashy like busta rhymes clothes 

I'm all-pro, the top selection for elections 

Sneaking guns on the plane with no detection 

With no recollection, of how the fuck I got this deal 

But now I got the motherfucker so it's on for real! 

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x) 

"with that west coast rhymin" 

"my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def 

My style is odd, like a gift from god 

That's why I hold more microphones than ahmad rashad 

But it's time you know my name so tell the dj to loop it 

Grab a pad and pen, write it down if you stupid! 

I break it down for major weighter, catash'll fade ya 

You just a waiter I'm a caped crusader 

But I didn't come to save ya all I came to do is chill 

Scoop y'all niggaz hoes and take some 40's to the grill 

I pops a pill, but all it was was golden seals 

No need to go to blueberry hill, to get y'all thrills 

Just fly directly over the bermuda triangle 

Where I'm runnin rappers over in a ninety-eight durango, like that 

"who's the man" (sample echoes) "my man t-a-s-h" -> mos def (repeat 3x) 

"with that west coast rhymin" 

"my man t-a-s-h with styles glory great" -> mos def