4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
|
(Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez)
|
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
|
(Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez)
|
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
|
(4 Da Shorteez)
|
|
4 Da Shorteez-
|
Gather 'round and let me tell ya somethin'.
|
4 Da Shorteez-
|
Can't you hear them little stomachs rumblin'?
|
4 Da Shorteez-
|
Yo, ya gonna eat that raggamuffin?
|
4 Da Shorteez-
|
Let's show the shorteez some lovin'.
|
C'mon, my name is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine.
|
I got four stomachs, but only one stomach in mind.
|
That's a little empty belly with a vacancy sign.
|
Kinda like close encounters of the charity kind.
|
Ya got canned goods just collectin' dust.
|
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables.
|
Only prerequisite is that its edible,
|
Get ya freak on at my freaky food festival.
|
Cold cuts a must, I'll even take bread crust.
|
Cuz the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't give a fuck
|
They's hungry, let's face facts, they starve.
|
Fill a void in your heart, fill ya shoppin' cart, 4 Da Shorteez.
|
|
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
|
(4 Da Shorteez, y'all)
|
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
|
(4 Da Shorteez)
|
|
Think at what's at stake, look upon your plate.
|
If it's a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate.
|
Ya got a double chin, while little jim's too slim.
|
Ya little fingers could fit in
|
that little kid's exposed ribs.
|
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
|
Time to cough up that burger and fries.
|
hand over left overs, cans piled sky high
|
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won't die.
|
Stop the famine, please, instead of eatin' ham and cheese.
|
Throw away your greens, you be pissin' on a dream.
|
Gimme all your onion rings, it's a'ight, listen.
|
A slice a pizza, it don't matter if a bite's missin'.
|
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don't stop.
|
it might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it's alot.
|
They been hungry since birth, so hand over your desert.
|
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse.
|
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries.
|
Cuz a little baby's screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!"
|
"Somebody hold me, somebody console me, somebody boil me up a pot o' perogies!"
|
Think of what we're facin', all those little faces, c'mon it's a racist...4 Da Shorteez.
|
|
(Check it out)
|
Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez.
|
Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez.
|
Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez.
|
(Doin' it 4 Da Shorteez, y'all!)
|
|
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!
|
|
Got crackers, got chips, got puddin' cups.
|
You'd be surprised what little shorteez like to munch.
|
Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement.
|
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call that lunch.
|
|
Mayonaise been out for a couple o' days.
|
Li'l kid corpses, scabs and eggs.
|
Sweet bread, pig heads, horses, too.
|
Wanna drop it like it hot?
|
Here's what ya do!
|
|
(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
|
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
|
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?!
|
(4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!)
|
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?!!
|
6-1-2 WHARF AVENUE!
|
|
But, please, no more canned yams, seriously man.
|
We got more canned yams than we know what to do with.
|
MC Pee Pants in the h--I mean...uh, Sir Loin's in the house!
|
And I'm out!
|
|
-----------------
|
4 Da Shoteez
|
| MC Chris |
