
Date of issue: 14.10.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Pissin' on Your Steps |
It’s D-E-L tha Funkee Homosapien to the rescue |
I’m solo and threw a bolo and left two |
Dancers back on Soul Train |
And ya know Soul Train get the phat doodie stain |
Now what ya gonna do with the board with no talent |
Using step 1 and step 2 to keep the show valid |
Let’s have a vote and try to register our ballots |
And realize a Hammer’s just a mallet |
Toss him like a salad cause he ain’t truly gifted |
Now the party’s lifted by the crew Hieroglyphics |
Golly-wolly, not another Elvis and Priscilla |
Ice is cool, but I can’t stand Vanilla |
Because he takes a style and tries to mock it |
Ain’t nothin' personal, G, but I’m kinda into chocolate |
It’s all about the black, and it’s like that |
And I’m so laid back cause I smoked a phat sack |
Plus I’m almost through & done with a whole 40-dog of Olde English 800 |
Now I peep ya concept |
Ya think ya got a rep? |
Dance all day, while I’m pissin' on your steps |
No Del is not a mean fellow |
Just because I wanna turn your dance shoes yellow |
See I’m rather mellow, some call it lazy |
Me and myself and I ain’t with the daisies |
Cause I’m no goddamn flower |
And every single dancer in circumference receives a golden shower |
I’m here to insult |
The Hip hop John Travolta |
Ya think ya all that but really you’re shorter than a midget |
I don’t fidget |
With the ballet |
Fuck a dancer Because that’s what my pals say |
And brothers don’t shake ya rumps |
Wearin' biker shorts is like chokin' on ya nuts |
Because ya might end up with a cramp or a hernia |
And that’s much worse, than a fine girl burnin' ya |
Plus it ain’t fly for you to have your behind |
Blasted all out like a feline |
See I’m givin' you advice, make ya think twice |
Cause dance groups don’t last past Minute Rice |
So change ya concept |
Acquire some skills on the mic while I’m pissin' on your steps |
«I gotta take a leak for the weak…» |