La-Di-Da-Di

To all the stupid people in the house

You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before

You see, you're pretty much forgetting well

Alminen is like a different ways a little

Fancy nautical place to be

We're gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005

Kickin' it my speed

‘Cause I got a funny feeling

You are all sick of all these members

Biting their rhymes because

We need backstabbers

When it comes to me and my associate

Kenny Omonitarysuckinaras

We know how you fuckers wanna be

We're crossed

Er'ew ni the P-P-Paul mix

Er'ew eht gib bmob

I hsiw I wenk erom naht I

Dluoc reve hsiw ot wonk

Dna ot wohs uoy emos realc lous

La-di-da-di-da-di we likes to party-party

We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody

We are just just some men up on the mic

When-when we grab the pitch

Yo, we grab that shit tight

Fuck all-a-y'all who's going to Hell

Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself

Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin'

That's what we create, because that be our mission

So listen close to what we say

Because (what) this type of shit it happens every day (what)

This type of shit it happens every day (what)

This type of shit it happens every day

I woke up around two in the mornin'

Did a lot of coke, strechin', yawnin'

Went into the bathroom to wash up

Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch

Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all?

There was a rubble-rubble-dubble

Five minutes it lasted

The mirror said "You are you conceited bastard!"

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

And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth

Change my clothes, spike my hair

I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear

And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have

The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne

Fresh dressed like a million dollas

I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla’

Stepped out the crib, stopped short, oh no

Ahhh, naw shit, God damn

Shit, I forgot my fucking Kangol!

Den me dilly dally, we run into an alley

Got me busted into me old girl, Shaniqua from the valley

God damn bitch played hard to get

So I said, "What's up girl, you look like shit!”

Don't cry, dry your eye

Shaniqua tells her momma, "You all better hide tonight"

Because her mom stepped up from behind

Hit her in the face, stabbed her in the eye

Punched her in the belly, stepped on her feet

Slammed the girl on the hard concrete

Oohhhh bitch was strong, momma's gone

Something seemed wrong, now what is going on

I tried to bust it up, I said, "Stop it, leave her"

She said, "If I can't have you, she can't either"

She grabbed me hard, around my cock

I broke out like I had the chicken pox

Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly

She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy

And said "Why don't you give me some play

Stop avoiding me like you is gay

I wet my pants whenever you say"

("Bitches love me cause they know that I can") rock, rock

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

I love your faggy ways

I guess that's why you're always getting laid"

Oohh on and on and on and on and... (word) whatever (shaka-zulu)

I said, (played out) and then I gave her a kiss

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

She said, "No you are not," then she starts crying

I said, "I'm 18" and she says "stop lying"

“Serious, go ask my mother

And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my lover"

Pow!

[Female Voice]

Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad

The Human Orchestra, I'm not jokin' ya know

He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin'

With the hardcore verbal beatery

Beatbox criminal, top in his category

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