Lazer Sheep Dip Funk - Lo Fidelity Allstars

I skipped the line, I paid my dime I hung my coat, and now it's time To move to the forefront make my rounds Say peace and give a pound have a drink, get down I'm on the floor, besides the door The sound is rich, and I ain't poor I'm looking for Susie or Wendy or Judy But look at her, look at her, look at her "Who me?" Yes, you sweetie, although it's hard to see thee I see your silhouette and what I see has got me needy I need you for a second of your time But then I reckon that a second is too short let me try "You're slammin!" But anyway, I'd like to say I'm Dres of the Black Sheep givin' you play Step out in the light, come show off yourself Yo, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" Just don't know "Why?" Hon, I just don't know I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" See something ain't right "Why?" It's the strobelite Van Damne, Oh man, now you look out I can not dig it, I can not dig it No, yo Black, I can not dig it Listen hon, I mean aaaaaah It's nice looking at you, I just have to go My man is right over there "Where you going?" I have to go "Huhhhhh?" (To his 'man' who doesn't exist) I'm on my way Black, I'm on my way "Don't you have a number or something?" Listen it's ahhhhhhh, 765-4321 "What area code is that?" One, nine-hundred Listen here dear, step to the rear Find yourself a seat, buy yourself a beer Eat some pretzels, go play some videos Thank you for your time honey, but hoe, I gotta go I think I lost my coat, and plus I'm double parked I thought you was my girl, you see I can't see in the dark Anyway I'm out, out is where I be I've got to step, "With the viscosity" When you see a honey by the strobelite Black I hope you got good sight For honey that you see, like a Shakespeare soliloquy May or may not be, all that In fact, quite wacked With the girl that makes you stop tracks But neither here nor there fear Unless, of course, you don't care Listen baby girl, let me say it slow I-have-to-go Not to dis, but lets disperse Yo, I'll see you later, unless I see you first I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" Just don't know "Why?" Hon, I just don't know I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go "Don't go" See something ain't right "Why?" It's the strobelite Can't swing tonight, so ahhhhhhh Honey take a hike, go fly a kite And I don't mean to be impolite But yo, I'm outta here aight?

(Feat. Q-Tip) (Intro) Listen, hon, I mean, ah, as slamming as you are and all that good stuff; It ain't doing me no good out here cause you got too many clothes on. So why don't we just take this cab and uh, slide on uptown and uh, slip outta this uncomfortableness of the world around us. Do you know what, you know what I am saying babes? Matter of fact uhhhhh (First Verse) Listen to me honey, Ah, honey listen here please. If sexy were a virus, Then you have a disease. Slamming is your styling Let me speak for a while and Tell you all about the grand slamming. (Why are you smiling?) Let's do the uptown slide, Don't need a transfer or auto ride. We only need a cab with us inside. Finally finally we got uptown, And when we got uptown, Honey's drawers came down. Did the audio visual, She had the residual. Bah bah Dres, now tell me have U.N.E. Pull. I said honey uhhh, again I said it slow. Coming out the boxers and my joint will surely grow. Then she started feeling, Yes it was appealing. I thought of slamming girlfriend from the floor to the ceiling. We started five play, She said that she would come. I said it wasn't four play, Because I used my thumb. Nibbled on her neck, Oh, what the heck, She said, 'One two, one two' and went down for a mike check. Her mike sounds nice check one. Her mike sounds nice check two. She did this 'till it was all gone. I told her to slow down. But she kept on. (Chorus) And on, and on, and on, she kept on (x4) (Added during second line) You gotta do something about those wisdom teeth baby. (Added during fourth line) Though your sounding as good as a CD. (Second Verse) Everything was Dolby, or rather was ok. She was playing Frito and I play the Lay. Then I heard a knock only to hear a voice say. Yo, you can't have a show without the DJ. I entered in my drawers. To show that I was live. The hoe didn't believe that I was nine point five. She said, 'Let me see it Lawnge, may I see it please?' I said, 'Yeah, get a good look. Drop to your knees.' I was erectified. I gave her the proof. And then I suggested a little roof roof. She was uptight, I said, 'Hon, there's nothing wrong, I'm the sugar dick daddy Mista Lawnge. Don't get offended by the position I recommended. Doggy style is my shit. The bottom is what I hit. I didn't eat her, Or Rita, just beat her, Bonita, Bonita, Bonita Uhhhhhhh! (Verse Three: Q-Tip) Tip and Sugar Dick, blazing trails of evil. Lawnge you got the felt 'cause I sure 'nough got the needle. Now put them on the arm that pertrudes like a stick. And live up to your name, Mista Lawnge Sugar Dick. As the dookie hits the fan, Here comes the horny man To finish up the task. So I'm scopein out that ass. Lawnge, she wants it, Her hands spread the butt cheeks. Tip plus Lawnge plus hoe equals wet sheets. (Outtro) God damn. Yo, somebody give me, A horny time. Somebody give me a ho. Spread the ass. Just give me a ho. No man. Somebody give me a ho. I'm gonna come in your face. Somebody give me a ho. I'm coming, in your face. Somebody give me a ho. I'm gonna come in your face. Somebody give me a ho. Bitch just let me pee on you. Let me pee on you. Let me pee on you. Somebody give me a ho. I've got the anal sun god. I've got the anal sun god. Let me pee on you. Somebody give me a ho. Ahhhhhhhh. I can't hold it no more. (Chorus) (For the two insert lines put) Somebody give me a ho

So this, this thing This thing I hear is going down You know, it, it ain't about punk And it ain't about the scene And you stupid fucking nerds Are sitting, sitting indoors, man I'm out, on, the street, dig it? And I'm out here on the street where it goes down Not indoors In the record stores I'm making it go down here Dig it? Check it out It's a scene The scene that never was, and there never will be You never was, you never will be I am here, where it is real So get wise, fucker! Check it out Scraping the skylines with hypnotic observations Swooping and surfing over lyrical substations Embrace the flame again and again Like passion and pain, hand in hand with each other This thing I hear is going down Sliding Deeper I'm gliding Shooting I am deeper than you Bombs wired to my chest, I'll lace the building with bugs 'Cause you'll always be behind me, slip-streaming my buzz See me rocket off into the ozone layer Spiralling off into the ether Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Into the ether I'm making it go down here Dig it? Sliding And I'm out here on the street where it goes down Deeper I'm gliding Check it out Shooting I am deeper than you Into the ether (So get wise fucker) Sliding Deeper I'm gliding Shooting I am deeper than you Into the ether I am deeper than you Into the ether And it ain't about the scene

Nevermind your fingers I got blisters on my brain So increase the chances A goin' insane... ?

Your construction Smells of corruption I manipulate to recreate This air to ground saga Gotta launder my karma I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans You'll get down on your mothafuckin' knees And it's time for your sickness again Come on and tell me what you need Tell me what is making you bleed We got two more minutes and We gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And one of seven tell me Is it time for your mothafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your mothafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' I'm blown to the maxim Two hemispheres battlin' Suckin' up, one last breath Take a drag off of death Hey Mr. Policeman Is it time for getting away Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road And running from your ass today Now tell me if do you agree Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed I got a few more minutes and I'm gonna cut to what you need So one of six so tell me One do you want to live And one of seven tell me Is it time for your mothafuckin' ass to give Tell me is it time to get down on your mothafuckin' knees Tell me is it time to get down Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize Got a revolution behind my eyes We got to get up and organize You want a revolution behind your eyes We got to get up and organize Come on baby tell me Yes we aim to please