Blowfly’s Rapp (Instrumental)

Lyrics

My rap was dirty, and my line was mean And now it's time for Blowfly's theme With a boodoo-loodoo, loodoo-loodoo Loodoo-loodoo, loodoo-loodoo Loodoo-loodoo, loodoo-loodoo Loodoo-loodoo-loodoo, rap dirty! Hehehe-hahahahaha...! (Rap dirty!) (Rap dirty!) If you haven't got the message, it ain't my fault And I decided that you had enough of my talk (Rap dirty!) Gonna let the band groove on ya for a while, chile (Rap dirty!) (Rap dirty!) I said uh, I said ah I said uh, ah, uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) Uh, I said ah, I said uh, ah, uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) Fee-fee, fum-fum, ooh-ooh, cum-cum Uh-uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) Uh-uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) (Rap dirty! Rap dirty!) If you like this groove, don't you dare move! Use the plough for a toy, and do the hwite boy (Let's do the boogie-woogie now...) (Now, wait a minute! I think this is going too far...) Mmm... (Rap dirty!) I said uh, I said ah I said uh, ah, uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) Uh, I said ah, I said uh, ah, uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) Fee-fee, fum-fum, ooh-ooh, cum-cum Uh-uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) Uh-uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, ah-ah (Rap dirty!) (Rap dirty!) I think I'm gonna dedicate this instrumental to uh, all the swinging hot- (Rap dirty!) I mean, all the swinging chicks around the States. You know, like (Rap dirty!) Georgia. Heh... (Rap dirty!) what about Alabama? (Woo, alright!) Tennessee. (Ooh-whee!) Arkansas, New York, North Carolina and South Carolina. (Don't eat your toenail) Utah! (Don't eat your toenail, Snake!) South America, Alaska, yeah, California, Oregon, how about Hawaii? Yeah! (Rap dirty!) If I missed any states out there, I want you to know I did it intentionally. (Rap dirty!) If I forgot it, it wasn't worth mentioning, no damn way. (Rap dirty!) Hee-hahahaha...! (Rap dirty!) I've gotten you off and I turned you on And now it's time for me to keep my B.A. home Yeah... rap dirty I want to say, a special thanks out to those notorious idiots, Ken Tuck and his band for fun and shit, and all of that bull you hear in the background, back there. Yeah! We weren't able to get the drummer and the road manager on this record, you know. They was busy back there, smokin' weed and shit. Yeah! Also, special thanks goes out to my angels, Sugar and Spice, and everything nice - especially if you know what to do with it Hehe-hahahahaha...! Rap dirty, let me get down I said uh, I said ah, I said uh, ah, uh, ah-ah Uh, I said ah, I said uh, ah, uh, ah-ah Fee-fee, fum-fum, ooh-ooh, cum-cum Uh-uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, ah-ah Uh-uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, ah-ah [Party sounds in the background] (What you got to say?) (Hold what, man? What you wanna hold?) (I'm gonna tell everybody in the neighborhood...) (Ain't nothin' but a boogaloo with me, what about you, John?) (Hey man, watch it- get off my cousin, man!) (Wait a minute, let's see what Mickey got to say about this shebang!) (Hi kids, hello!) (Hello Mickey, hello!) (How're your kids, Mickey?) (Rapp dirty, Mickey...) (Wait a minute, or you're gon' go too far there...) (Mickey, can I hold your tail?) (Oh yeah, baby, come here...) (Hahaha, ah-hahaha...) (Let's get on the floor, let's get on the floor here!) (Let's get on top of Mickey) (Mickey, can I have your ear...?)