Hot Potato

[Hook: All] Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato [Verse 1: All] Don't tip this, my man Ya know we fits the jam So roll, get withs the plan Before shit hits the fan A show gets ripped again We did a round, a rhyme, a riddler, reiterate a written word A rhythmic arithmetic, ridiculous, meticulous, gift to give You know me when you blew me With your bit, lift your lip off the tip Sound around town, so boogie down With the brothers that'll rock your party Jump up, spin around, and sock somebody Yeah! We like it when the beat be bumping And you throw your hands in the air Now He might, she might, get like dyn-dyn-dyn-dyn-amite We write, they fight, we fight, fi-fi-fi-fi-fight Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship Crew! They may say, "He be me We all look alike, we all know Tricky rhyme flow all on cue And we’re hardcore too" Oooh! [Hook: All] Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato [Verse 2: All] We seen a potato 'bout 50 feet high We thought to ourselves we could make some fries Grabbed our potato cutter and our knives An started cutting them mother[-----]s down to size That’s when we opened up the Fellowship shop Had sweet potato pie, and tater tots by the whop Grand opening, Tater Town That’s where we met Ms. Hashy Brown She ain’t the type of ‘tato to be be passed around 'Cause her 'tato skin is smooth and her [---] is round [Verse 3: Myka 9, All] Now since my baby left me I ain’t been quite as healthy So I went to Alpha-Beta Got a sack of fat potatoes 'Cause I thought that that could help me Mercy me! Where’s my potato? Mercy me! [Aceyalone:] Sweet potato pie! Mercy me! [Self Jupiter:] Potatoes au gratin Mercy me! [PEACE:] Curly fries [Hook: All] Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato! Hot potato, pass the potato!! [Bridge: All] Now one potato, two potato, three potato, fo’! Five potato, six potato, seven 'tato, mo’! Eight potato, nine potato, ten potato, po'! 'Tata – can’t find a way to Idaho! Create a potato, we got a cradle at the door Afraid of tornado potato and tomato, whoa The Fellowship shop blew up, and what fo'? So we can get ya ketchup when ya fresh up off the flo'! [Verse 4: Myka 9, Self Jupiter, Aceyalone, and P.E.A.C.E.] Whoa, I’m-iiiii'm-I’m the Myka 9 And I can’t fi-iiiii-ind the sweaty-er butt'y-er nutty galore Mi-iiiii-ine mo' potato rinds So I can dip my tip in the skins all the time Hot potato, hot potato, hop on the table Throw it in the microw––whoa! Au gratin, edible hot tomato Waiter, wait! Serving a plate, stay awake How about a taste test? Yes, take it to ya local DJs and bake it Well once I see'ed the Mexican fruit fly On my neighbor’s ‘tato tree What did he say to me? Maybe I should go inside and call him and tell him what’s popping Or kick back and let the 'tato go rotten Because it ain’t a fruit Potato is a root And Mr. Potatohead is in a tato suit So I peel off the skin, put it in a pot Now I got my tato salad, soup, chips and chops My shop is by the harbor I’m the barber of the Tater Town Come on down and let the man get down! The mo' ‘tatos come through, the mo' I’m paid Have you ever tried to give a baked potato a fade?!? [Hook: All] Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato Hot potato, pass the potato [Outro: Self Jupiter] Freestyle Fellowship in the house Doing it like this in '92 Ganjah K MC in the house...