BOOGIE DOWN
Verse 1
( Joe Flizzow )
aiyo here goes the phatso wit` mad flows
turn you into wackos at packed shows
macho, afro playin` in retro
Joe keep it ghetto in the metro
( Mallique )
now scooch,scooch and make way for the shorty
hoochie koochies wanna smooch me at parties
I`m just a plain ol` rapper ain`t no bawla
but still I`m gettin` hollers from gurlies as hot as Paula
Too Phat at first you thought we phony wrestlers
but now you know that ain`t no other rapper specialer
the word phat suddenly a phenomenon
kids buyin` Whutthadily? tapes for they dads and moms
the kinda role model wannabe`s wanna see
I`m gettin` love from those who usta make fun of me
to all the haters yeah I know you can hear me now
even sick and paralyzed critics can feel me now
( Joe )
now throw your hands up like you havin` pom poms
and if you think youre sexy shake you bon bons
and keep on bump and grinding to the song
`til your skirt fall off and everybody see your thong thongs
Verse 2
( Malique )
again up in your area, phatter and harrier
another bomb album means another mass hysteria
if you dont like me, see I dont give a heck and a half
heck and half 4x
( Joe )
again its Big Willy, ticklin` your belly
silly lie a kid now don`t call me billy
whuthadilly yo? late night up in the studio
clutch my pillow, puff on my cigarillo
( Malique )
ay Jiggedy Jizzoe with the Flizzow, go grab a cappuchino
lock flows, clock dough, rock shows all over the nation
slip a paper and my station-nery, naw man skip the dictionary
vocabulary straight outta Maliquetionary
you see me smilin` spittin` rhymes so revolutionary
Too Phat, the strongest, the couldn`t handle us
your gurl wants me now you calling me scandalous?
envious, emcees ain`t never heard of us
but now they hear my voice and gettin nervous
( Joe )
from Joanne to Jane, Renee to pretty Isha
when I`m gone with the wind they say baby I missyaa
Verse 3
( Malique )
aiyoh alotta critics are makin me sick, sick
sayin` its only narcissism and chicks chicks
it`s too bad your mom and auntie think I`m handsome
I`m sorry litle man. I held your gurlies eyes for ransom
( Joe )
everybody in the place yo you gotta boggie down
all the playaz packin` game, clockin` dames to the sound
all them fly lookin` skirts yo you gotta boggie too
peace, one love and may the boggie be with you...
