La-di-da-di

[man speaking fast in the beginning]

To all the stupid in the house

You are about to witness something you have never witnessed before

You said they couldn't do it but

This is for Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two: Grand Whiz and Little Jimmy

That you are now in the place to be we gonna show you how we do it for the year 2005

Kickin' it live speed

'Cause I got it locked and dealin'

And you are sick of all them

Rappers bitin' their rhymes

Because we nee-need back stabbers

When it comes to me and my associate Kenny Muhammad

And there is no proof there

And they are sick because we know how fuck the product

Weeeeeee

We crossed we're in the P-P-Paul mix

We're the big bomb

I wish I knew more than I could ever wish to know

And to show you some clear soul (damn straight)

So all you know the man says it would go a little something like this

[beginning of the song]

Oh Ladi-dadi-dadi

we like to party-party

we're always causing trouble-trouble

Bothering everybody

We are just same men up on the mic

When-when we grab the pitch

YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT

Fuck all of you, y'all who's going to hell

Just keep on smillin' and enjoy yourself

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

And 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 everyday (what)

This type of shit it happens everyday (what)

This type of shit it happens everyday

I wake up around 2 in the mornin'

Did a lot of coke, strechin' yawnin'

Went into a BATHROOM to wash up

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

I said mirra, mirra on-on the wall

Who be the top-choise 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 I brushed the gold teeth

I ch-ch-changed my clothes

Spiked 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 dolla's

I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla'

Stepped out the crib, stopped short

Ahhh, nawww shit,

God damn

Shit I forgot my fuckin' Cango

Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley

Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley

(Uh-Huhh)

God damn bitch played hard to get

So I said, what's up girl, you look like shit

Don't cry, dry your eye

Sally 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…

Oohhh bitch was strong, momma's gone

Something seemed wrong, now what's goin' on

I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her

She said, if I can't have you, she can't eitherrrr

She grabbed me hard, around my cock

Her arm broke out 'cause 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

Oohh bitches love me 'cause they know that I can...

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 (shakazulu)

I said, (played out) I'm gonna give her a kiss

I said, you can't have me, I am too young for you miss

She said, no you are not, then she starts to cry

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

Seriously, go ask mother

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

POW

[woman voice talking in the end]

Okay people, we're telking 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 of this category

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