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Two Scoops Of Raisins
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Yo man, I'm hungry
When you wish (When you wish) upon a star (Upon a star)
To follow what? (To follow what?)
And where you are (And where you are)
Party over here, party over there (Where?)
Look, I made you look, you dirty crook
Then pick your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness, I'm a menace, so call me hip-hop's Dennis
So open wide and say, "Ah!"
And I will slob your yolk in your throat and watch you choke
On the other of the other Daddy Long Stroke
Stroke long daddy money, if my name was Sonny
I'd share a scoop, runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney 'cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dribble like an officer on top, got top that I fat true
Drop the loot, then a scoop'll hoop you like a hula
School a fool or be sent or church to repent
I get you guessin' like ginger, just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz and I kick, I kick, I kick...
The rhyme-amatize, oh please, oh please
Just give me just one more blast
I get off like Prince, but I don't have to show my ass
Pass the rest like a test, if you think you'll get ripped
With your handicapped bass rap and tales from the crypt
I whip on that ass like Face, baby
The sense is good, gooby-li-goo, that's crazy
All of my Aralo down at the Apollo
Come follow me now, boom! (What's?) I don't know
Even if Vogue be tellin' me, "You don't go"
But it's time for show (Yeah), everyone says, "Ho" (Ho), "Ho" (Ho)
Couldn't be a slider 'cause I never slip
Kick it like a damn Van Flip
So don't come with your judo, 'cause you're just a menudo
MC gettin' chewed like vegetables
Uh, a cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into sprouts
I bust raps for hops, cops, subtract the wack tracks
Give it a max for the minimum, not the minimum for the max
Get more sex than Will the Skilz, so you can call me the Skilz
You're takin' shorts like Arnold, so what you talkin' 'bout, Willis?
Willis? Willis ain't talkin' about nothin'
Mmm, let's get this...
Let's get back to, uh, breakfast foods
Because it's early in the morning
Well, you can have your Wheats
You can have your Flakes
You can have your Kix
And you can have your Trix
You can have your pancakes
You can have your Loops
But you still gotta get your Scoob Scoobs
To keep your heart raw, I'm rollin', rollin', bowlin'
Spare me, bust your hush mouth, mush lust
Alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson, movin' on up, progressive
One time for your brain cell
And when I get through, you say, "Aw, hell, man"
Styles that are free won't stop 'til the end
Paper, I go on and on with the pen
Get a maxophone, attack a song
One blow and MCs are gone with the wind
Kickin' a dumber rhyme, I'm not a prince
But I'm fresh heatin' up like the summertime
Some rhyme, I'm a dime a dozen
But I keep you buzzin' like a bee, a dozen of tenses in the toilet
'Cause I flush the diamond, I'm not a leader '
Cause I bust the rhyme (I bust a rhyme)
If I kick with Rakim, you're up for cover, brother
But I kick it with Petey 'cause I'm just another mother
Sucka, blow pop time (It's blow pop time)
It's blow pop time (It's blow pop time)
We're in the mix, the dimension, JB and Tical is seven, not six
My shirt extra large, but I wear, I wear
I wear it well like the bars to the finish
Makin' your eye pop like you ate spinach
Then it's time to let you know
We count it up one, two, three, and four, ugh!
Count it up? Nah, we gon' count it down
Nah, man, we gotta count it up
Mmm, let's get back to that, uh, food tip, though, the breakfast tip
'Cause you know what we need
What can I have?
You can have your Life
You can have your Bran
You can have your Pops
You can have your Pebbles
You can have your Crunch
And you can have your Loops
But you still gotta get your Scoob Scoobs
Around and 'round and upside down and upside down we go
Whoa, whoa, I'ma speak in the front row
Not Jeff Roe, I'm not a Jeff Roe or Skip Roe
I know where Monie's at, but I'm some monkey in the middle
Hey, diddle-iddle, you get kibble a bit
I take a squat and booty MCs be sayin', "Oh, shit!"
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
You're just a field goal, kid, and I'm a touchdown
With the next, the point of the next joint, so tell Spike about it
I'm all that, that your bitch be writin' home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah
This could be love, but, um, don't let 'em fool ya
'Cause when I do ya, come down, come down after me, come
Then sorry, sugar bumps, but, um, I gotta run
Run, Jesse, run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, fuck the jocks and Five
Your jive vibe's turkey, a-ba-da-ba-da perk me
You can get ill, but don't hurt me, hurt me
Or irk me, 'cause see, our ops want you like the Urkel
B-boys out the school of hard knocks in a circle
Pass the cesspool, yes, stud, you ain't dope
I wanna go bang, I said bang, no bango, bango
A bojangle, jingle jangle, run the jewel
Hip-hip, hooray, oh, now you wanna be a loverboy?
Don't push a bull or you'll see I'ma wreck it out
MCs be checkin' it, but they don't be checkin' out
I leave 'em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and take your ass back to Kansas, to Kansas
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