Third of the Trio

Lyrics

[Kool Ass Fashion] Yeah, check it out, here we here we go The Beatnuts is in the house For the 90s Beatnuts is in the house J-U-J-U, is in the house My man L, E-S is in the house Beatnuts are the best, you know we're in the house Kool Ass Fash, is in the house Third of the trio, is in the house And I'm about to flow, and turn it out So here we here we go (Fashion Ju and Les I make a third of the trio!) Check it out Pa-pa-pa-presto magilla, ya slim gorilla Ya baby monkey - Don Fashioney gets funky On the or, F or, a big score - better believe Kool Fash has m-met more I'm going d-d-d-d-deep with styles so s-sweet We roll up into your van or catch when ya sleep Slurred some words, through with a stutter So smooth on the horns, I was the real b-b-butter baby No D-I-S respect I meant but with enough low flows, who's ???lent Catch my scent, fuck a wave That ass of a hey or wind up in a grave (grip-a-grip-a-grave!) Soft and shallow, but never hollow Eat up tried swallow but fail to follow The O-R-I-ginator, who's greater? Huh, tip the waiter? I'll see you later (later!) Chorus Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum X2 Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio Fiddly fi, fo fum - ha! Call me famous Now who can blame us, for kicking anus (World Famous) So mic check 1, 2, effects I run through Diggity did what I done, not the one little son, you Copy the cat that, started the fat track D-d-drop the dreads from the head now do that jack Sex appealing and what I'm feeling You can feel on the alarm but no woman I'm stealing I'm not a crima-nim-minal, that's what I said in the first short But I smoke Joes and make dough as a sport So hop off James, you no names you can't win Cause if you fuck with Kool Fash, diggity Das - the end Chorus Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum X2 Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio I seen my man Kico, and got Purrico Then hit the slopes with little hops and Chico Crack! The biddy iddy up to consume A crazy hit of that boom without doom in my room But knock knock, who's there? Hope it ain't a burglar Lucky me, it's my bin-oys with Masta and Sugar Now time for some chick stick, a 40 and picnic Got the ? herb, but what chick will I get with Femme fatale, slim dim and figure Got my hand on the trigger, if she has nigga So sleep on this get slapped like a miss I drop punks pull out dilack and piss Kool, Ass Fa-na-na-fashion Peace, I'm ghost, that's all - I'm done Check it out, a little bad-da-da-ass track, bad-da-da-ass track You know, you know, you know Juju, turns it out Psycho Les, turns it out My man V.I.C., turns it out Chi Ali, you know he turns it out A Tribe Called Quest, turns it out The Late Show (?), turns it out De La Soul, turns it out Black Sheep, you know they turns it out And I'm ghost!