Ego Trippin’ (Part Two) (Gumbo Funk Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Dove, (De La Soul)] Mercy! Mercy! (Ego trip... ego trip...) Mercy! (Ego trip... ego trip...) Mercy!!! [Verse 1: Dove] Yep, yep, big trucker man's rollin' in town "How ya do, how ya do" I got the joints to make ya... (JUMP!) Because I'm headin' Eastbound Tired of the merry-go-round-and-around And everybody's talkin' 'bout "you're so funny" But they still tellin' lies to me I got the trees in my backyard And it's hard for them to tell a lie to me And who's the foot? I'm the foot, but who's steppin'? ("Ain't – no – half – steppin'...") You know where I'm steppin' Skirts play wit' it, 'cause I'm slick like that I'm the greatest MC in the world!! You gots to gimme gimme mines 'cause I'm heavy when I weigh it Watch the way I say it ("Ego trip") Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up – I never did it The flavor's bein' butt, but brothers ain't gettin' it Get it – or else you're a goner When I rolls over, ya gonna have to wanna lamp 'Cause it's the Chattanooga champ Takin' a train... takin' a train... takin' a train... takin' a train... [Verse 2: Posdnuos, (Dove) & Shortie No Mass] Now, I'm somethin' like a phenomenon I'm somethin' like a phenomenon Well, I'm the hourglass cat Drug it out of Jack (For Jill) 'Cause I spilled the phenomenon Pack the holes in my lawn, got girls in my saun' Word is born, I'm a livin' phenomenon Well, I'm a better brand, 'cause I'm a Superman I run the block with my circle 'cause I'm Nubian I got the platinum rust, so don't even fuss 'Cause, DJ Paul–he's down with us Now people, stop takin' my stylin' for a joke I don't sassafras, I put the foot up the ass Sometimes I'm fast, blow off like a seal When they reminisce over you – For real Mase chopped the record down to the bone And now Renee King is on my telephone But I got the "Ring Ring Ha Ha Hey Hey" 'Cause this type of shit, it happens everyday I got to make me a connection, so my imports stuff (WORD!) Wuh-wuh-word 'em up! 'Cause, I'm so fly... [Verse 3: Dove] Yes, on and on I'm ins like skins, go buy my yacht I got Gills like Johnny Sail that 7-L (Well, good for ya) Bigger than bigs, dig it (I dug it) Ways that amazes popes I am the 'is equals is' 'cause it's caught up When the tide taught me the ropes No weights for the baits (Man, I'll give you four) For a verb unheard of? Man, gimme one more (Alright, you got it, if you're special) With a dapper toe-tapper, when a lot's goin' on (And ain't a damn thing happenin') The answer to the riddle is me, and here's the question: Who can be... (Fresh)? Who can be... (Dope)? Who can be... (Nice)? Who can be... (Beautiful)? Who can be...? (Word) Who can be.... [Verse 4: Posdnuos, Shortie No Mass, (Dove)] Me be the Jericho Turnpike bandit Yes, competition try to troupe my way I sing the song you never heard before I feed the famine in the mind So mind ya manners, baby I run a line on ya Lay ya on the springs, then slay ya All this and a condom, 'cause I be a taxpayer Promotin' of a moccasin, I skin like Danny Boone When I swallow, hear the... {*gulp*} So give me room, just give me room, back the hell up Back the hell up! Know what I'm sayin'? Or when I run the mic, there won't be no delayin' Fresh up a dozen like a Easy Bake Oven (Blues got the muffin) Eat it! (Blues got the muffin) Eat it!!! Intoxicate many wit' my talk, without intoxicatin' myself low So I gots to walk slow, but... (Don't you get too hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh...!) [Refrain: De La Soul] Ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... Ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... Ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... Ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... ego trip... Ego trip...