Toodoo

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It's how I like it come on What? I didn't think so It's just my style [Verse 1] It's imminent it's about to happen With the back of my hand I chop the top of the mountain like Jimmy Got you screamin' gimme, but you don't even know me If I were to write a book it would be published by top You gotta love me or leave me alone You gotta realize you're dealin' with a menstruating Capone Just 'cause I roam don't mean you can sit in my throne I'm never home alone, some say I'm out to lunch I go commando, I keep my panties in a bunch I'm on the lookout to see what trouble I can find I'm gonna blow your mind to smithereens I'm like an over-stimulated teen, for real I'm Woody Allen on caffeine, I'm into lotions and cream How you think I keep my complexion so clean? I'm may not be the fairest but shit, maybe I am And either way I don't give a god damn [Chorus] Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Doo- Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo [Verse 2] Shit! God damn, motherfucker is you crazy? I'm about to put my foot down and I don't mean maybe If you don't, want me to step on your blue suede shoes Get the hell out, or you can sing the blues Sometimes I like the city, sometimes I kick it rural 'Til my rhymes go deeper than an epidural Yeah they up and do under the sun, and home-girls just wanna have fun It's Friday night and it's time for action You got your good shoes on, baby, and I feel like dancin' So let's do it right now, we can talk about it later 'Cause my mood shifts like a high-rise elevator Sometimes I read a book, sometimes I like to cook Sometimes I like to hang out of a fast car window With a couple of bitches a couple of brews, a horse and a duck Top speed, yelling "I don't give a fuck" [Chorus] Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Boom! Five hundred pound gorilla and a batches of manilla think you're ill but I'm a skiller Boom! Fire red, agent yellow, bright green, Godzilla and a yellow armadillo Doo- Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo Toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo, toodoo