Rap De Rap Show

Lyrics

[Skit] Here we go [The Doo Doo Man] How y'all feelin' out there? You're listening to the Rap De Rap show And I'm the Doo Doo Man playing all the slammin' rap tunes for all you Mack Daddies and Mackettes So, hold tight for a one-hour rap sweep on WRMS Who's the Doo Doo Man? (You're the Doo Doo Man!) Who's the Doo Doo Man? (You're the Doo Doo Man!) Yeah! [Mike] Yeah, ha-ha-ha You're listening to MC Rocco Ribs and the BBQ Crew And when we're not boning that pork, we're in New York listening to The Rap De Rap Show on WRMS! [Kim Carter] Y-y-y-y-yo, this is Kim KC, and I'm chillin' with the Suckweed Posse And when I'm not home making a hamhock sandwich, I'm listening to Rap De Rap Show on WRMS. You ravioli heads, we outta here. Ooh, ooh, ooh, the Doo Doo Man! [Q-Tip] Yo, yo, what's up, —'s up? This is Q— Q— Tip— Tip from a Tribe— Tribe Called Quest— Quest— Quest I'm listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS— S— S, and I'm out! [Mase] Yo, my name is MC No Shame, and when I ain't getting busted in bed with your mama Or sellin' crack to the kids at Amityville High School Hey, I'm listening to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS, peace! [De La Soul] This— this— this— this is De La Soul, Pos Love This is Dove Love Mase Love And when we're not here we're where? WRMS y'all, with who? The Doo Doo Man! [Divine Styler] Yo, peace, this is the D-I-V-Ine Styler-Ine, and all come inside Divine, I'm listening to my man, the Doo Doo Man, on WRMS I am outta here, ha-ha-ha! [Bobby Simmons] Yo, what's up? My name is Colonel Bobby I'm listening to the Doo Doo Man on WRMS Yo, and I'm outta here, peace [Jungle Brothers] Ha, yo, ha-ha, the JB's! JB's in the house! Jungle Brothers, word up On WRMS, Rap De Rap, my man! Like roaches lickin' soup Doo Doo Man! Ha-ha-ha Checkin' out the Doo Doo Man (You got the cooties) [Prince Paul] Yo, this is Prince Paul, when I'm not brushing my teeth with DiDi 7 Or boosting my memory or purchasing real estate tapes I'm listening to my stromie, my homie, the Doo Doo Man on WRMS! Rah [Popmaster Hight] Hey— hey— hey, Paul, I got a job for ya You know that guy, Rufus? That Mouli? Freakin' lick him Ha-ha-ha-ha