Dirty Heads (The Dirty Heads)
Dirty Heads (The Dirty Heads) - Rub-a-Dub Style songtekst
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These be the lips that spit the lyrics In that rub a dub style In that rub a dub style Yes! This be the ears That only wanna hear In that rub a dub style In that rub a dub style So! These be the feet That skank upon the street In that rub a dub style In that rub a dub style Yes! This be the one That rock beneath your sun In that rub a dub Rub a dub Rub a dub style Yes it drivin me Wi-i-i-i-iild In my rub a dub, style Yes it drivin me Wi-i-i-i-iild Because it's dirty B And if you come better watch me show Yes then your lovin me And if you try to grab my mike Yo then your just in me So then me get angry And me get angry I wanna get happy So now I'm happy, yes You know just what it is I got you where I see I sing my rub a dub a testimony, yes And when you come and watch me show Get happy, yes Give me money, yes To dirty B, yes He be the one, best In this, contest Bless this mike that I caress With these lyrics that I spittin', Ga-lung-ga-lung-ga-lung, Got ya bouncin' off the ceiling, Ga-lung-ga-lung-ga-lung, For the motion and commotion, Aye, Motion and commotion, Let me say, These be the lips that spit the lyrics In that rub a dub style In that rub a dub style Yes! This be the ears That only wanna hear In that rub a dub style In that rub a dub style So! These be the feet That skank upon the street In that rub a dub style In that rub a dub style Yes! This be the one That rock beneath your sun In that rub a dub Rub a dub Rub a dub style Yes it drivin me Wi-i-i-i-iild In my rub a dub, style Yes it drivin me Wi-i-i-i-iild Well I be instant First off MCs wanna see me rockin Disputin Electrocutin Like stickin a fork up in a socket I'm on it to keep bombin As long as you keep mobbin I'm sobbin if you stop it So why don't you just drop Get your ass up on the floor And yell when breakin' all your things I wanna see ya shinin' Like a blingin' pinkie ring I said all ya got to do Ya got to do ya horny thing You're movin up You're campin in Ya wind and ya swing Ya wind and ya swing And when ya do your horny thing I said You wind and you swing When you do your horny thing You sing A-la-la-la-la-la-la Boom boom she like Oh me and dirty We are sick of dj's A-la-la-la-la-la-la Boom boom she low Oh me and dirty We are rasta style Right!