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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips And that's I high I better get by because my ally About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x) I need some zig-zag, zig-zag How I need those zig-zag (i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag How I love to get high Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) What the? Oh what the heck Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot Because the vinyl is delicious=20 I'm the nigga who's got bitches Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes One I wanna just jam with your band Two two two...=20 You gotta play it all across the land Three three three... The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now I was walkin' down the street balin'(? ) to the beat Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke What? Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Yep Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x) Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno A anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafuno Yet you know shafino=20 Met her in a trio Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel I'm somewhat creole=20 Don't like the man of steel I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real I used to deal but the fuzz popped me I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel I chills like scotch on the rocks=20 'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props You know? How long can you freak the funk? (2x) I separate the good stuff from the junk How long can you freak the funk Yeah, freak the funk All right, freak the funk Freak the funk (4x) I want the farmer man. farmer man. I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man? Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man. Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man. I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk 'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic Take you in a frenzy=20 Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes Ah shit. Ns, ns Sounds like ns to me! Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) |
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? Yo bro-shot Yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge and writin good stuff Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it? You know what I'm sayin? Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge... Yeah, well you do that like right now ... and some wisdom for the people What's up with that? OK, I got it (brothers and sisters) Verse One: Booty Brown Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk Refrain: Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that: Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies Refrain: On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Three: Fat Lip Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium way back in September Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Refrain: Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Four: Imani Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way Cause that would blow me round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Refrain: Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Outro: Ya mama got snake skin teeth Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back (You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map and see people wavin at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Playdough teeth Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor... |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state as I invade their masquerade they couldn't fade with a clipper blade 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading, they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or no clue to the game at all now they washed up hung out to dry standing looking stupid wondering why (why man?) it was the fame, that they tried to get now they walking around talkin about represent and keep it real, but I got to appeal cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel Slim Kid 3: rock a bye baby, listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying tear after tear in the puppet man's hands every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance and the worlds at a stand-still deep in broken mansville trapped in the moat with an anvil, still killing yourself, and dogging ya health you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself Knumbskull #1: (shit is-shit is ill) through my will my flow still will spill toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute when I execute, acutely over the rhythm on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em got em mad and tremblin cause I been up in my lab assemblin misslies, to bomb the enemy because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency currently I think we're in a state of an emergency cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow and I think they can't follow they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is I'm going to make a million |
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips And that's I high I better get by because my ally About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x) I need some zig-zag, zig-zag How I need those zig-zag (i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag How I love to get high Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) What the? Oh what the heck Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot Because the vinyl is delicious=20 I'm the nigga who's got bitches Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes One I wanna just jam with your band Two two two...=20 You gotta play it all across the land Three three three... The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now I was walkin' down the street balin'(? ) to the beat Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke What? Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Yep Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x) Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno A anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafuno Yet you know shafino=20 Met her in a trio Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel I'm somewhat creole=20 Don't like the man of steel I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real I used to deal but the fuzz popped me I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel I chills like scotch on the rocks=20 'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props You know? How long can you freak the funk? (2x) I separate the good stuff from the junk How long can you freak the funk Yeah, freak the funk All right, freak the funk Freak the funk (4x) I want the farmer man. farmer man. I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man? Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man. Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man. I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk 'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic Take you in a frenzy=20 Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes Ah shit. Ns, ns Sounds like ns to me! Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) |
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? Yo bro-shot Yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge and writin good stuff Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it? You know what I'm sayin? Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge... Yeah, well you do that like right now ... and some wisdom for the people What's up with that? OK, I got it (brothers and sisters) Verse One: Booty Brown Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk Refrain: Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that: Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies Refrain: On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Three: Fat Lip Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium way back in September Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Refrain: Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Four: Imani Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way Cause that would blow me round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Refrain: Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Outro: Ya mama got snake skin teeth Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back (You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map and see people wavin at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Playdough teeth Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor... |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips And that's I high I better get by because my ally About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x) I need some zig-zag, zig-zag How I need those zig-zag (i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag How I love to get high Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) What the? Oh what the heck Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot Because the vinyl is delicious=20 I'm the nigga who's got bitches Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes One I wanna just jam with your band Two two two...=20 You gotta play it all across the land Three three three... The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now I was walkin' down the street balin'(? ) to the beat Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke What? Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Yep Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x) Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno A anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafuno Yet you know shafino=20 Met her in a trio Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel I'm somewhat creole=20 Don't like the man of steel I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real I used to deal but the fuzz popped me I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel I chills like scotch on the rocks=20 'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props You know? How long can you freak the funk? (2x) I separate the good stuff from the junk How long can you freak the funk Yeah, freak the funk All right, freak the funk Freak the funk (4x) I want the farmer man. farmer man. I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man? Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man. Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man. I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk 'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic Take you in a frenzy=20 Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes Ah shit. Ns, ns Sounds like ns to me! Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) |
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Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze in other words just freeze Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders heavy as boulders but I told ya till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told ya and that's all I showed ya and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'... |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips And that's I high I better get by because my ally About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x) I need some zig-zag, zig-zag How I need those zig-zag (i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag How I love to get high Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) What the? Oh what the heck Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot Because the vinyl is delicious=20 I'm the nigga who's got bitches Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes One I wanna just jam with your band Two two two...=20 You gotta play it all across the land Three three three... The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now I was walkin' down the street balin'(? ) to the beat Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke Shot him in the ass on the downstroke What? Shot him in the ass on the downstroke Yep Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x) Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno A anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafuno Yet you know shafino=20 Met her in a trio Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel I'm somewhat creole=20 Don't like the man of steel I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real I used to deal but the fuzz popped me I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel I chills like scotch on the rocks=20 'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props You know? How long can you freak the funk? (2x) I separate the good stuff from the junk How long can you freak the funk Yeah, freak the funk All right, freak the funk Freak the funk (4x) I want the farmer man. farmer man. I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man? Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man. Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man. I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk 'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic Take you in a frenzy=20 Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes Ah shit. Ns, ns Sounds like ns to me! Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) |
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? Yo bro-shot Yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge and writin good stuff Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it? You know what I'm sayin? Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge... Yeah, well you do that like right now ... and some wisdom for the people What's up with that? OK, I got it (brothers and sisters) Verse One: Booty Brown Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk Refrain: Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that: Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies Refrain: On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Three: Fat Lip Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium way back in September Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Refrain: Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Verse Four: Imani Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way Cause that would blow me round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Refrain: Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X) Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Outro: Ya mama got snake skin teeth Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back (You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map and see people wavin at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Playdough teeth Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor... |
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