Doug E. Fresh

Doug E. Fresh - La-di-da-di lyrics

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(feat. Slick Rick)


[Slick Rick]

OK, party people in the house

You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before

Yes, it's the original human beat box, Doug E. Fresh

And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, D

And that's me in the place to be

And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kickin' live, alright

Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um

you're all sick of all these crap rappers

Bitin' their rhymes because um they're back-stabbers

But when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here

There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah

But let's impress which we prove

And ya all will realize that we are the move

So listen close so you all don't miss

As we go a little somethin' like this

Hit it


Ah yeah

You know what


La-Di-Da-Di

La-Di-Da-Di

La-Di

La-Di


You know what, yo peep this

La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party

We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're

Just some men thats on the mic

And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right

For all of y'all keepin y'all in health

Just to see ya smile and enjoy yourself

'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditioning

That we create, 'cause that's our mission

So listen to what we say

Because this type of shit, it happens everyday

I woke up around ten o' clock in the mornin'

I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawnin'

Went to the bathroom to wash up

Had some soap on my face and my hand up on a cup

I said, um, mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the top choice of them all

There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted

The mirror said you are you conceited bastard


Well that's true, thats why we never have no beef

So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth

Used Oil Of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale

And then I got the files for my fingernails

Chewed through the night and on my behalf

I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath

Clean, dry was my body and hair

I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear

For all the girls I might take home

I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne

Fresh dressed like a million bucks

Threw on the bally shoes and the fly green socks

Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no

I went back in, I forgot my kangol

And then I dilly (dallied)

I ran though a (alley)

I bumped into my homegirl (Sally)

>From the (valley)

This is the girl plays hard to get so I said

Whats wrong 'cause she looked upset, she said

It's all because of you I'm feelin' sad and blue

You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days

I love you so, how much you'll never know

'Cause you took your love away from me

Now what was I to do, she's cryin' over me

And she was feelin' blue

I said, um, don't cry, dry your eye

Here comes your mother with those two little guys

Her mean mother stepped up, said to me hi

Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye

Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet

Slammed the child on the hard concrete

The bitch was strong, the kids was gone

Something was wrong, I said what is goin' on

I tried to break it up, I said stop it, leave her

She said, if I can't have you, she can't either

She grabbed me closely by my socks

So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but

She gave chase; she caught up quick

She put a finger in the face of MC Rick

She said why don't you give me a play

So we can go cruisin' in my oj

And if you give me that OK

I'll give you all my love today

Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see

Somehow your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your jazzy ways, oh

MC Rick my love is here to stay

And on and on and on she kept on

The bitch been around before my mother's born

I said cheer up, I gave her a kiss

I said you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss

She says no you're not, then she starts cryin'

I says I'm nineteen, she said stop lyin'

I says I am, go ask my mother

And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover

To the tick tock ya don't stop

To the tick tick ya don't quit, hit it


(fades)
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