Unodostresquattro

Lyrics

[Oatie] (Uno, dos, tres, quattro) Oatie's  my appellation, couldn't join the Zulu nation Can't  use morals to attract skins at the station Need to send my salutation to the lady with the ride And the woman sitting on the inside Of  a not so dumpy 1992 She  can bring the paddle and I'll saddle a canoe Please listen to my blurb, it is never rock and roll You  can live and die on Rock and never find ya Soul Train goes choo Tee choo colored girls doot dee doo Or so says a rock and roller who thinks he's cooked life through Hmmmm, that's his testimony I  ain't rapping hard so as not to be as phony Hi dee hi dee ho its off to work I trudge Two weeks of the year, yeah, I get to taste the fudge And budge, 'cause money makes me happy I ain't unique its this philosophy that's crappy [Madd] My mental never petals or settles to the ghettos Fame'll keep you tame because the famers go insane Now I likes to break up the racks that you make up Time and time again because the shooter says "Hold up." Yo what's up bub? I'm scrappin' for my stubs My stubs are kinda scrappy so the gov just plays me scrub Push me like a pusher and ig me like a nig Figure, how you figure, why I can't be that big Man livin' grand slappin' all the hands Play the prez's right hand like Dan And eatin' caviar, chillin' at the bars But yo, I think you know I'm drinkin' Kool-Aid outta jars Tropical Punch ain't Tropical Punch The Goats have been quoted as to being out to lunch Just 'cause we crunch on political systems Wisdom, hizim, schism, gives'em [Oatie] Sisters being treated like they are panty hose If a brother needs a blow give him Kleenex for his nose I suppose that morals are the equalizer Measure a man by his rumping Energizer, can he do it all night long like the rhythm of the song? Is he wide on the inside or skinny and long? Do not get me wrong, this blurb is not for toddlers I wrote it with my leg up as one of life's real hobblers Mind bogglers, I can never understand Why people make toddlers then treat them as garbage cans "Do not beat me, beat up on your kiddies" I did not make this up, it is someone else's diddy bitty Combing hair hits her girl all too easy Girl grows up, used to being treated sleazy Folks call her Breezy because she never complains But it was her mother who taught her to refrain