You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell ’em I got the gift o’ gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3)
Hey yo catch me when I’m sober, but now I drink for the belt.
So pass the root straight to the right hand side.
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
I said it’s big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. I broke his nose. The referee’s Mr Fuji.
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don’t mock.
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot.
So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin’ said my music would make F.M.
Station. You’re Haitian. You’ll never get nowhere.
But I sweared on my grandmother grave we’d be here.
So now when I back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back.
You think I’m cool I think you’re cruel so here’s a shell cap.
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
Ratatatat.
Chorus
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?) (x3)
Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
And search for some knowledge that come runnin’ in the woods.
And if I should a choose to be one
Then I will be a ???? hoodin’ with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin’
If I chill in the hood would you be say that I’m hoodin’?