Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If You Must, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
If You Must |
It’s important to practice good hygiene |
At least if you wanna run with my team |
I’m 'bout to get into some shit that I’ve seen |
This fool’s breath hummin' so bad it’ll melt your ice cream |
They say don’t say nothing if you can’t say nice things |
Sittin' too close to him on BART, like my eyes sting |
I try to be subtle, hand him a stick of gum |
I was a victim of breath on hum |
Running his yap about what sets he from |
Gotta get some gum, gotta gets him some |
He turned it down, his teeth was brown |
Excruciating, foreign, it was a new sensation |
I had to ask the dope to pass the soap |
'Cause his coat had the stench of crustaceans |
Or bathrooms in a bus station |
He had a can of Olde E and some raisins |
Amazing… head to toe B. O |
He didn’t know, used to the fragrance |
'Cause as the days went without bathing |
He felt manly and not like a maiden |
He had one dread, and fungus |
Said he worked on peoples' toilets with plungers |
Girls, not the guy you would want to tongue ya |
So guys take your cue from this little number |
You gotta wash your ass, if you must |
You gotta wash your hair, if you must |
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must |
Or else you’ll be funky |
You gotta wash your ass, if you must |
You gotta wash your hair, if you must |
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must |
Or else you’ll be funky |
Now in class you need total concentration |
But there’s kids in the back holding conversations |
Crackin' on each other, and neither were poster boys |
Both of 'em smell like the type that soap avoid |
Coast enjoyed a leave of absence |
One’s fool’s feet smelled like it struck some matchsticks |
Brimstone, girls would never bring him home |
I was laughin', then his friend raised his tone |
And said, «Bud, you earled all over yourself,» yeah |
I go so deep on your ass, you’ll be submerged |
Like you need to do in water 'cause you smell like a turd |
Wanna cap? |
Get some courage, your feet smell lurid |
Go look it up, and while you’re at it, get a cup |
And squeeze the sweat out your sweatshirt and drink it or gargle |
You get our vote for most stinkiest |
That nigga started thinkin' of shit, said I was frail |
I said he was stale |
Underarms is ripe |
Undergarments tight, about to leap out your holey sweats |
And we holdin' bets, and after this I’m gonna collect |
Nigga check, yourself |
Respect yourself |
And wash your mothafuckin body 'fore your sweatshirt melt |
Like radioactive, no lady find you attractive |
The funk got you captive |
You don’t need a map, bitch |
You gotta wash your ass, if you must |
You gotta wash your hair, if you must |
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must |
Or else you’ll be funky |
You gotta wash your ass, if you must |
You gotta wash your hair, if you must |
You gotta brush your teeth, if you must |
Or else you’ll be funky |