Lyrics

Is the snare primed? Is the click timed? 50p in the meter, so get it wind If you is a red eye then you best walk with shade If you is a high top scissors overcomb to fade We don't do hip hop as we're not hip hoppers Don't diddle enough for jazz so we can't be jazz boppers But the funk is the chunk of the music that we're making Dig a little deeper and a rootical stand we're taking Destination hazy aint cause we're lazy Just boldy going where the bass is getting bassy So come and ride along if the rithm rides your cleet Filas on my toes so I have the atlethe's feet Aint never claimed hard core but here's a little more that i know you can't ignore When i brush my teet i just use the paste Been known to snort a chilli cause you know i like the taste When i'm wearing brief i never wear 'em laced An when i come i'm coming but it's never haste Can i get a bam if you trust Uncle Sam If there was a bam how you know you can You're betting on a winner and you got the almost ran Cuthbert Dribble and Grub You live long and prosper just like Spok Now what's at the door I'm sure i heard a "vulcan" Sort it out Together we get it all
Writer(s): Jackie Mittoo, Rob Gallagher, C Robinson, Nc Weir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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