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Verse One: Dray
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Well uhh ???? is macaroni and cheese
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Before I start I gots ta umm fart no I gots ta uhh sneeze
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not I gotcha trippin yippity doo da day
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Shucks I'm makin bucks so umm hip hip hooray and then some
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Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon
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so shout "Wa bap a loo ba bawa bam boom!"
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Drayx up for sure dang now that I'm flexed
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My a EFX'll quote when the bridge fell down
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and I'ma good ship with the lollipop
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Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black
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Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that
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But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew
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so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew
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Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo
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Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop
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Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
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but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and......
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Hook:
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"Klap your hands now" (x3)
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Verse Two: Skoob
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Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
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I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum
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Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time
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Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass
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Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang?
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Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang
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I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes
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Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest
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Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff
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or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a
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ship
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Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships
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And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip
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in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check
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To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
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Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
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Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets'
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and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?*
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So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands
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Hook (x3)
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Verse Three: Dray
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Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time
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I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam
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So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz
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My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot
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Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo?
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You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too
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So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go
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The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so
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holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives
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I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?*
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The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more
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cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more
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So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff
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See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts
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But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest
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So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
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If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest
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So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall
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Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and......
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Hook (x3)
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Verse Four: Skoob
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A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ????
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I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap
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and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer
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To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers
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Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop
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but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop
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But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
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Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
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Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
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Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who
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kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it
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Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate
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or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw
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Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw
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M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I
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crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back
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hump back, I, you can't touch I
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cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya......
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Hook to fade
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Klap Your Hands
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