La-Di-Da-Di

Lyrics

To all the stupid people in the house You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before You see, you're pretty much forgetting well Alminen is like a different ways a little Fancy nautical place to be We're gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005 Kickin' it my speed 'Cause I got a funny feeling You are all sick of all these members Biting their rhymes because We need backstabbers When it comes to me and my associate Kenny Omonitarysuckinaras We know how you fuckers wanna be We're crossed Er'ew ni the P-P-Paul mix Er'ew eht gib bmob I hsiw I wenk erom naht I Dluoc reve hsiw ot wonk Dna ot wohs uoy emos realc lous La-di-da-di-da-di we likes to party-party We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody We are just just some men up on the mic When-when we grab the pitch Yo, we grab that shit tight Fuck all-a-y'all who's going to Hell Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin' That's what we create, because that be our mission So listen close to what we say Because (what) this type of shit it happens every day (what) This type of shit it happens every day (what) This type of shit it happens every day I woke up around two in the mornin' Did a lot of coke, strechin', yawnin' Went into the bathroom to wash up Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all? There was a rubble-rubble-dubble Five minutes it lasted The mirror said "You are you conceited bastard!" Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth Change my clothes, spike my hair I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne Fresh dressed like a million dollas I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla' Stepped out the crib, stopped short, oh no Ahhh, naw shit, God damn Shit, I forgot my fucking Kangol! Den me dilly dally, we run into an alley Got me busted into me old girl, Shaniqua from the valley God damn bitch played hard to get So I said, "What's up girl, you look like shit!" Don't cry, dry your eye Shaniqua tells her momma, "You all better hide tonight" Because her mom stepped up from behind Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet Slammed the girl on the hard concrete Oohhhh bitch was strong, momma's gone Something seemed wrong, now what is going on I tried to bust it up, I said, "Stop it, leave her" She said, "If I can't have you, she can't either" She grabbed me hard, around my cock I broke out like I had the chicken pox Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy And said "Why don't you give me some play Stop avoiding me like you is gay I wet my pants whenever you say" ("Bitches love me cause they know that I can") rock, rock "Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see Sometimes your words just hypnotize me I love your faggy ways I guess that's why you're always getting laid" Oohh on and on and on and on and... (word) whatever (shaka-zulu) I said, (played out) and then I gave her a kiss I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you, miss" She said, "No you are not," then she starts crying I said, "I'm 18" and she says "stop lying" "Serious, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my lover" Pow! [Female Voice] Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad The Human Orchestra, I'm not jokin' ya know He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin' With the hardcore verbal beatery Beatbox criminal, top in his category Here's a little something special for ya Mindless CD