[CHORUS] I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that Now Ugly Duckling's gonna take you back I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that Now Andy Cooper's gonna take you back
To the planet, rock I used to produce hip-hop Poundin' rhythms with my hands on my school desk top 'Till my teacher would make me stop I'd wait for recess Then I'd beat ? at a ?? contest At home I'd slide across my kitchen floor Doing moonwalks All I needed was my windbreaker and some new socks Not to mention the extension cord adapter To attatch a little radio that was my ghetto blaster I remember making my first songs, no sound board Just messin with the tape deck pressin record And Pause There were flaws in the tape and hiss But now I'm an Ugly Duckling and do it like this We take a beat in a rap And then delete it to track Then keep repeating it back 'Till it's completed intact So that the people react
Out of they seat and they clap From the petite to the fat On every street on the map So when my brother laughed and my dad said it was a fad I went into my room with a pen and a pad And wrote a little rap about my fat cat Now I'm the cat with the phat rap And I did it like that
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When I rapped with this cat named Jafette Doin vocals through the headphones, live to casette Low tech I could get out a dodge to Tahiti When I wrote grafiti in the garage I hide like camoflauge in my cubicle Workin' my fingers to the cuticle To
It's friday night, on the streets of L.A. I'm going out cuz I've been working at the job all day Got the info line number, with directions to the site Ugly Duckling on the bill to rock the mic right Tonight, I gotta be hype, and get the crowd reacting I call Dizzy's house he says, "What's up", I say what's happenin'
Get my DJ on three way Don't forget to bring the guestlist See the freshest Off the wall like asbestos I rock without the D tops Walk without the reebok's Talk until the beat stops Than pick it back up with the beatbox And yo, I gotta ride so you need not
Cool, I'm leavin' at 7:30, we can caravan To the jam With Einstein, the two hand man In command like a general Lighter then a dinner roll Solid as a mineral Open like a centerfold Hey, save it for the chorus The crowd looks enormous So give a peak performance
I need a soundcheck, so my mic sounds nice I'll be in it in a minute like microwave rice I grab the mic like a dynamite stick Then light the wick?? And keep it lit With ever lyric I spit Beats to the rhymes We stick like turpentine Dizzy Dustin, Andy Cooper and Young Einstein
It's the jam
*Scratches* You know it's on Scratches* Get with it ya Scratches* What, what ya wanna do? Scratches* Rock, rock the old school Scratches* Just listen real close Scratches*
When we take crowds back to the days of the 10 yard fight The gyro mic They jump like excite bike Guaranteed delight When the needle drops sound Man, EQ the level so the needle rock And then, hand over the microphone I get a type grip Cause when it's time to swing I hit like Mike Schmidt
Get this I drop more lines then a tetris When young einstein throws on the dookie necklace He's the drum major With the sum to the fader Attacking the wax, on the record player Working up a sweat Till we close the set With the song that's *fresher then a moist toilette*
Now when the jam is over It's hugs and hanshakes And than the band breaks For shakes and pancakes I'm home for brand flakes and Z's Hit the backmat Take a hot shower And a cat nap please Don't call me in the mornin' Cause I'm on the sleep-in, mode Dizzy Dustin We did it again
For you, it might be over For me, it's just beginnin' The club must be endin' Cuz no one's bartendin' They turn on the bright light And I feel like a gremlin The jam is breakin' up But at my pad, it's reassemblin' Take one own the market Then I ride our limit Everyone's invited So I hope you be attendin'
[CHORUS] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba
[Andy and Dizzy tag-teaming]
Yo man, I'm living grandiose, puffin on an Ambassador Paid in full, kill the bull, like a matador Flash the cash, make my album cover shinier My head's spinning like a discus, and if this is [just a little samba] then I'm straight, with the seven-course meal on my plate I put my leftovers in the doggie bag I got moves like Mr. Miyagi had With the "wax off, wax on," I'll play you like Zaxxon Girls love my songs, sunbathing on the back lawn "Ju ... look ... mahvellous" C'mon young lady, get in the car with us, superstar deluxe (hey!) I'm always animated cause my game's so tight, that I keep it laminated Well, if that's true, why you living with ya mama? Shh! It's just a little samba ...
[CHORUS w/ EINSTEIN SCRATCHING] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba
Yo, I make all the mon-ay No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I put it down on fools! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (man ...) No you don't!
You might spot me in Versace suits When I'm at award shows paparazzi shoot I own a fly home, four-car garage With rides for me and my entourage Hold up, I got a email It's a female Girls pressing on me like Lee Nail I make the hits that you hear on the jukebox (so?) Chicks come hotter than Arizona rooftops
I got this one, she's a Playmate When I met her she was looking at my gold Dizzy nameplate But I had to vacate, I said "I'm gonna miss our date cause my plane's late" (plane?) Yeah, I own a plane and I also bought a yacht So I scuba in Bermuda when the weather gets hot And I travel a lot ... The why you livin with ya mama? Man, it's just a little samba!
[CHORUS] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba
I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I got my own sitcom! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (what?) No you don't! I star in the movies No you don't I run my own label No you don't Man, I only date models No you don't (huh?) No you don't (hey?) No you don't!
[Talking] Man, I got more property than Monopoly No you don't
Man, I drive a flying car! No, no you don't Man, I got two pet sharks ... Your mom lets you have sharks in the house? Man, ge ... wha? C'mon man, the song's over man
They got the eye on the gold chain They got the eye on the gold chain
When Young Einstein was a kid in the mid 80's he saw how the b-boys lived They wore the fat gold to rock the rap song Einstein's takin off, now he's puttin it on There's not a pair of eyewear that can stop the glare Of the Duke, overexposed in photo shoots He salutes the days of old with chains of gold He looked around then found that the chain was sold Over to the airport he sets off metal detectors Respect us, pull em to the side and give em lectures Going through his luggage, heh, they're tryin to test him Threaten to arrest him, askin lots of questions Like, "why do you have a box of tissue" "To remove" "What?" "All the oily finger residue" So look but don't touch, and let my chain shine Yo, Put it on Einstein
[CHORUS] They got the eye on the gold chain, that's right They got the eye on the gold chain, that's right
All right now here we go Young Einstein Check it out My big gold rope Always rock a jam every time I perform Young Einstein Check it out Fat gold chain Always rock a jam every time I perform Einstein got a dookie gold rope
>From Panama to Canada Einstein's the man of the Year, get the trash outta here like a janitor Chain so heavy when he step in the place You could tap him on the shoulder and he fall on his face Dropped the single fresh mode, you thought we would fold Thirty days later, Einstein had gold So what you sayin? My man scans the collectibles For the LP chock full of delictibles For the MP he could reshape the lead break Cut it in half Changin the speed rate Or make it self-arrange(?) when it's on the turntable He wore the dookie when we met Queen Elizabeth Asked her was she jealous, she said "A little bit" I guess a crown jewel never compares To the rope that the Einstein wears They got the eye on the gold chain They got the eye on the gold chain
