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[Hook: Chip Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

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We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

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[Verse 1: Poc Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

What was that a buddha

I got a brand new shiny sharp shoota

But those who try ta’

Do-do-do

Yeah

Do what I do’a

I’m laid back

Kickin’ it with the shaq black

Yakaty yak

Go for back

Or kick your freakin’ back crack

With toes to your nose when I roll to my shows

Thats what happened to the last man

That stepped to my toes

Goodness gracious

There’s a little bit of what the taste is

I walk to grandma’s house

I gotta pay a visit

[Verse 2: Chip Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

Knock knock

Knock knock

Who do ya’ think it’s

The coma’

The coma’

I’m comin’ to fix the sink and drink the

F-fees, f-fies, f-foes, f-fums

I’m comin’ the bound

I’m comin’ the bound

The bound

I’ll be come around

The b-b-b-bod

K-k-k

Pull it a little f and I’m done

My lyrics are rugged they ruff ruff

Like they really go ruff ruff

I huff huff

Puff puff

Snuff it with us

Dressin’ up on up I’m gonna be cotton picking

Wow us gadzooks us

Wows us

Mix the da da da da da da

Puppy

Cowards lost the style

Wickety wild

Watch my grill there’s my style

See ya’ later alligata’

I’m a wild crocodile

Like um um

Feels to be like tum tum

Hey Jerry

My style is bad

Flat like all the ass on Halle Berry

But really

Yes I’m a freaka’

Style from the dominant freaks and

Where it be called that hip

Like I got Down Syndrome

[Hook: Chip Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

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We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

Boom!

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We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]

Saw me now

Check out the way I do

I come in wicked

As funky as Wilson Pickett

You can dig it when I kick it

Competition betta’ forget it

I’m dangerous

My underwear is Hane’s

Broken Jack George’s

Wassup

Erick Sermon makin’ a statement

With no replacement

Boom boom

You can fill a base kick

I’m about to do the Larry Bird

That means jack

With my boy Shaquille’s up next

[Verse 4, Shaquille O'Neal]:

Talk of the ol’ forbidda’

That’s right

Shaq is in the rythym

Who is my contender

Cause I’m about to rippa’

To shreds

No, smithereens

Eat you like a sandwich

What kind

Submarines

With some lettuce

Tomato or tamato

I’m the big bravado

Got sixty mill’

I won the lotto’

It must be magic

Shaq is called to havok

Yo I see your rebound

Hey mo’, won’t you grab it

[Verse 5: Moc Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

NBI, yes I

The one with the drive-by lyracist

Coulda’ get a wift of this high

Mister m-o

The intro with the pro-bowl

Check out the ro-fo

I swing my style on the down-low

With the F-U

It takes a few to get those with the fists

A brotha’ who is wack is on my shh

I stay smooth and dapper like Hank Gathers

I’m badder than Michael, and plus I’m a rapper

I’m roota’ than the pooga’

I’m sicka’ than the snake

While the fly, deathly grinners

Part one of your faith

At the sofa

[Hook: Chip Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

Boom!

Turn up the volume

We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

Boom!

Turn up the volume

We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

Boom!

Turn up the volume

We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

Boom!

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We fix the magic can make the stars at the two

[Outro: Chip Fu (Fu-Schnickens)]

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Sing fellas

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