* Chip Fu`s verse is a strictly a best guess
(in the background: sneakin up, sneakin up 4X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X)
[Poc Fu]
Check the shit that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin
It`s groovy; slammin like my man Scottie Pippen
Sly like a fox, I kick the shit that rocks
I`m +Golden+ with the +Gloves+, but nice with the shots
Don`t try to put me down, I don`t feel pain and sorrow
(The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow
I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there`ll be sun
Showin grati-TUDE, my atti-TUDE is kind of RUDE
I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar an`
sit back and stare while I`m cha-cha-cha-charrin
Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down
Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
Sparkin like a welder, punch ya like I`m Elmer
Embarass your ass like Gigi does to Thelma
Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don`t touch the mic
(*whoosh whoosh whoosh*) Yeah I`m out like three strikes
(in the background: sneakin up, sneakin up 4X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X)
[Chip Fu]
My lovely lengthy dreadlocks, be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that`s slippin and lyrically limpin
at your PEE-nocci-nose
I`m budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad,
budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty
Sssufferin sssucotash, I let lyricsss fly like DEE Daffy
So pass, the mug so Mike can try to ?? figure
when learnin this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver
Maybe way, down upon a swampy river!
Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon
andddd-dddain`t-dddat-ddddsomethin-dddindddinddin?
And thennnn-IiiiIiii found-
five-fy-a-fuck-five-feet-of-linnennenn
I Pop-eye`s, like Bluto, ah-how you like judo?
Not Hong Kong, Fooey, I +chop+ like, some +suey+
Like the Bruce, Banner, I gots a programma
So don`t don`t you cry cry for me oh Susannah
Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and, your mamma
that you got, the right one, baby, eh-heh!
I`m freakin the stuttering style like just for one reason:
I think it`s wabbit season, nah-uh duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season.. AWWWWW SHUT UP!
Hey button your lip it`s MC season dagnabbit
And ohhwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwww (whattup Chip?) I hate rabbits!
(shhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip`s about to drop a hot potato!
`Yumpin `Yimminy, Jimminy Crickets-kicks-kicks
some rugged and rough shit like this
Silly wabbit ain`t got `nuff Trix to pick
but I`ll chill instead, cause for the big kid,
for the big kid, for the big kid`s how I uhh, kicks it
Yo ahh, rrrrrugabugit, rrrrrugabugit, where`s was the mic?
It`s in the freezer *cough* freezin like like a Raider
*cough* My flow`s very, ridiculous
Like Frosted Lucky Charms my shit is magically delishwish
I`m a Chattanooga choo was funkier uh Punky Brewster
When I`m a FEE-farmer, PEE-plumber ????????
So ??, roll up, rewind selector
I huh huh, huh huh huh, like Woodddy-Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same bbbabbbbbat time and bbabbabbat channel
(in the background: sneakin up, sneakin up 4X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X)
[Moc Fu]
Arriba arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I toast the hoe, see-ya
Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger
Don`t believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggaz
(Your niggaz?) Yeah, my motherfuckin niggaz!
The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows)
No one knows Bo`s but the emery scrolls
Kick dogg pound sounds, from miles around
when I AIYYYYYYYY AIYYYYYYYY it vibrates your town
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We sneakin up on ya, watch your ass for nine-three
(in the background: sneakin up, sneakin up 8X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (8X)
