Digital Underground

Digital Underground - The Return Of The Crazy One songtekst

Je score:
One  two
 Buckle my shoe
 Scooby Doo
 Humpty what you gonna do?
 Lick lick  let me lick
 Smell  let me smell the flavor
 And taste the behavior
 The way you
 Been kicking it while the Humpster was lamping
 Fishing and camping
 Out renting boats in the Hamptons
 Eating good  working out  and giving charity
 Working on my vocal cord clarity
 Hell  no, I can't front, I been at the crib G-ing
 Slapping poontang trying to be the mack pappy
 40-dog and pina colada peeing
 Making my rounds to keep the Humpty girls happy
 If you missed me I was laying in the cut
 Wrecking big butts
 And scratching my knees
 Cuz my homegirl's cat got fleas
 That's how it goes
 The beat flow-flows
 Yo peep the new color of my nose
 Representing how we been living
 That's how it is
 I'm not the biz
 But if I was to pick a booger
 It'd be a big fat gooey gold plated loogie
 But I was born a yankee so I use my hanky
 The way I wear my clothes freaks the hos cuz I'm lanky
 Speaking of hankies, I like hanky-panky
 Especially when the hanky-panky's stanky
 Of course ain't gonna be too much stanking
 Cuz then my duty would be to give the booty a spanking
 I like biscuits and grits on the sausage
 And so you know it's me, I wrote some nonsense
 Hova glova nivlan blizman glaze niull
 The return of the crazy one (you think I ain't?)
 Psycho alpha, that means the crazy one
 Gold nose lazy one
 Skill to kill
 I never worked I never will
 I'm the original high yellow rich rigger bum
 Hookers getting mad cuz they can't make me come
 Around their way
 Addicted to the way that I play
 I like to chew bubblegum
 Make them laugh when I'm loving them
 I blew a bubble and some Bubble-Yum
 Got caught up in the booty
 I thought it was the end of her
 Gabriella needed an enema
 So I put away the broom
 And we broke out the vacuum
 Sort of like spring cleaning
 Humpty Hump's leaning
 Into the groove from the fat beat
 The pimp slap beat
 The yo my head is nodding cuz I'm hooked like crack beat
 Hiva-humping
 Rip-riva-rumping
 Biva-biva-butt-pumping
 Rump-riva-rump-pumping
 And it just ain't releasing me
 The beat's obesity
 So fat that it makes me shout
 Ah ha this beat's got gout
 Not from the worms, from the pork
 That you eat with a fork
 But it weighs about a ton when it plays
 Back to the honeys
 The play-booty-bunnies
 You know what's real funny to me
 When they get up for the downstroke
 The look on their face when they almost choke
 On the lean butter bean brown hamhock
 I got the joke in the chamber and the gun's cocked
 It's time to pull out my funny bone and get ready for the fun
 The return of the crazy one
 Five, six
 Humpty's sick
 Seven, eight
 Just too late
 To get the man the help that he needs
 Yo, how about some butter beans
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Auteur: Bernie Worrell, Bootsy Collins, Eddie Humphrey, George Clinton, Jeremy Jackson (5)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Tommy Boy Music, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

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