F*#@ Wit’ Ya Head

Lyrics

Ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah We in the B room...I wish I had the A room... KMD H2o and this is how we go ("I don't really know but somebody said some musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head") [Taste] Original recipe but not from Kentucky Bunch of nilla ass niggas throwin' bolos like Rocky Pass the ism and watch a nigga get risen Witcha pen to the pad I fuck ya head up with this rhythm, um With the phat shit that make your fuckin' hat flip (Back)I can do the boogaloo black and then the full split Swingin' the ep with H2O and K.M.D Comin' crazy mad looped for the nineteen nine three So tap the bottom of my forty and then pass it I'd like to take this time to say peace to the masses We kicks the shit to put the rump in your trunk, 'cause We got the funk we got it We got the funk and don't forget it Taste the terror in ya area, so check it Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected So pass the Philly so a nigga can get red By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head ("Some musical rhythms can") (Back up! Back up!) [Zev Love X] Step back you dilly stunts I'm illy more than once a day I'm rollin' Phillie blunts till I'm really a silly dunce So don't fuck around, the X ain't glued tight Oh, yeah, I'll tell ya somethin', your drums ain't cued right I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp It's under the cherry moon, to me that's a cheap tramp The drips from the bottle gettin' hit from the back, kid The O.E. poster model gettin' stuck like thumbtacks did sticker I'm sicker than the black plague I'm quicker To fuck wit' ya head like hard liquor, ooiiee Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback Gooey be the bastards, punch buggy black attack I wish to be, rich like daddy But when I bite into a York peppermint patty, I'm batty I'm needin' new frontier to conquer 'Cause in rap, there's more toys than Tonka Like a tumor or a rumor, I'm finna spread Somebody said, some musical rhythms can fuck wit' ya head I don't really know but... Somebody said ? fuck wit ya head! Check it out check it out check it out check it out Fuck wit ya head! Check it out, check it out, check it out, who's next nigga, time out [DL] DL DL! That's my name don't wear it out With all due respect, but get my dick out your mouth Your fiendin', your fiendin' so I hit you with these dope Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke The boom to the dome when a physical reacts I'm stronger than cooked cocaine, I mean crack Not condonin' the usage of drugs, or drug abuse The positive brothers with a charge, who needs a boost? I pop mad shit cause there's enough to go around I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town So all ya bitch take ya pills if ya know what's real And if ya know what's real, all ya bitch take ya pills I kick the fat shit, and make it hard to handle If your bitin' on my dick, it makes you a cannibal Never simplistic, but always realistic No you can't hit this so don't try the fit this (Check it) Let me bust off and bust it down with some lead Niggas from the 12, fuckin' wit ya head I'll Check it out check it out check it out check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head! I'll Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head! I'll check it out! Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, fuck wit ya head! I'll check it out, check it out, fuck wit ya head! [Subroc] Mr. Roc the cock blocker, bullet blocker With the tears I give ya fears I'm the eardrum knocka Villain, I knocked 'em out to the head I used the 'chete so he didn't pull the bullet instead He knew I was the man standin' there He ran with fear, and I troubled there I take ya girl NIGGA Ya jealous NIGGA I got the fellas and we're all runnin' triggers Me and my black rugged time machine I bury kids, teleport to dream Have a seat yeah, sit right there In the electric chair, so I'll cut off ya hair Be out, no you can't get no cash back Ya get the back smack, yes my boys crack on ya ass Let me just slow down time And make some musical rhythms that fuck wit ya mind Check it out check it out Fuck wit ya head! ..Fuck wit ya head! Check it out! Fuck wit ya head! ... "Musical rhythms can fuck wit ya head!"