Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jussummen, artist - Das EFX. Album song The Very Best Of Das EFX, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.06.2007
Record label: Elektra, Rhino
Song language: English
Jussummen |
Well I’m the jibber jabber, jaw like Shabba |
Ranks making bank, operating like Trapper |
John M.D., yea, that’s what folks tell me |
I plan on going far and be a star like Marcus Welby |
So there, dear, uhum, your suped though |
Yes, I makes the ruckus, causing ruckus like Menudo |
Or Judo, I kicks it, I throws them when I gamble |
And when I swings my thing, I take a swing like Mickey Mantle |
But um, I got more flavors than a pack of Now and Laters |
Beg your pardon, Mr. Keebler, but I love Vanilla Wafers |
See, I got it going on cause of the songs that I write |
I got it going on cause my crew is nuff hype |
Plus I sits’em, I stands’em, I brands’em like Zorro |
I shop at D’Agastino for a bag of Stella D’oro |
Breadsticks, oh yes it’s the books plus three |
Of my cousins, Crazy Drazy, A-Blitz and D |
Cause we’re |
Jussumen that’s on the mic… |
Yiggity yes, back up, I just come like Shaka |
Zulu, I pop like Orville Redenbacher |
When I’m proper, I dibbity dibble dabble wit my winnings |
I drop a Def Jam as if my name was Russell Simmons |
I’m funky, spunky, I clock bread like Wonder |
I’ll jump up and flex, make you think I’m Jane Fonda |
I shiggity slam Rito, I’m laidback like Tito |
I good gots 'nuff wisdom like Mama Montigo, amigo |
Se Puente? |
Yes I can samba |
I’m known like Gerardo, sheesh, ay caramba |
The jibbity jibba jammage, always wit the hippity houser |
I gots crazy smarts like that kid Doogie Howser |
So cool out, Purno, I burn you no jive |
I wickity wax that scalp like Alberto V.O. |
Five |
Diggity damn right half pint, I taste great like Bud Lite |
I’m well known like Spike or Walter Cronkite |
Cause we’re |
Check it, one for the money, two for the show |
Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats, Ho! |
Yep, I got my moms, I got my girl, I got my friends |
In the States I’m making dollars, in Japan, I’m making Yens |
Wit the new style, meanwhile, my real name is William |
I’m quick to break a slut like Donald Trump can break a million |
Or zillion, I kills 'em, I watches All My Children |
I’m hard as Plymouth Rock, you silly schmuck, just ask the Pilgrims |
I was strong from the get go, I’m not Lou Ferringo |
I never caught the cooties from a floozy or a bimbo |
Like Chico, I’m the man, yes indeed, I got the smart, so |
When I take a stand, just take a seat like Rosa Parks |
Some tomato, tomahto, baloney, bologna |
I use to fraggle rock ya but now I fraggle stone ya |
A loner, I can’t swim, I’m laughing in my hoodie |
And I get down and boogie-oogie-oogie |
Cause we’re |
I’m like Slick Rick the Ruler but I’m cooler than a Calvin |
My mom’s name is June, my pops name is Alvin |
I’m not your Curt Gowdy but I’m outtie, sayonara |
So hit the road Jack so I can welcome back Kotter |
I figgity flash the ill shit, I flips them when I get them |
I chills wit the Books now I’m paid out the rectum |
No comp, I stiggity stomp em all out like Sasquatch |
I’m deep, no steep, I’ll make you wanna join backwash (zoom) |
I diggity drops a jam and now I’m slamming like Madonna |
I gave a crewcut to Sinéad O’Connor |
Your honor, I’m bad to the bone, word is bond |
Cause me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on |
Yes I am, my ?(gibitibibity)? |
bedroom will not end |
'Til the diggity cows come home, take the Gitney again |
Cause it’s crazy, so give it a rest toots, don’t you know me |
I go from ten to two just like Ivan Roni |
Cause we’re |