Lyrics Ya Lil' Crumbsnatchers - Del The Funky Homosapien

Ya Lil' Crumbsnatchers

«Ayy what’s up man?»
What’s happenin'
«Ayy, is that nigga Del yo' cousin?»
Yeah man he my cousin man, you know.
I been tryna have him do like some gangsta
shit, you know?
«Yeah.»
He ain’t with it man.
He be-
I guess he’s like that handkerchief hat-wearing («hah, yeah hah») muthafucker.
Yo man, don’t pay no attention to him man, he’s kinda weird you know,
but alright.
«Oh yeah»
Del made a pact to be well natural
Back from the wishing well to sell actual
Funk from the fungus grown in the trench
It’s getting kinda heavy so I gotta pinch an inch
And it’s a cinch
To let my hair grow like a plant
Eliminate the fat gold chains and the diaper pants
Trade 'em for a pair of Girbauds
Never make friends with the fraudulent foes
Yes I suppose that I’m fat from the supper
Skinny from the many that try to eat plenty
Now I got to flip on a copper like a penny
Vice versa
Quench your thirst with
A swig of grapefruit juice straight from the thermos
Hock your jewels, and you can drop your tools
And make a move that can turn us in the right direction
Show your affection, as I correct men
Who try to pull the wool over third eye
Comin' fly with Mr. Greenjeans
It’s a bird eye view of the Meadow
As I greet the many people that I meet with a «Hello»
«How do you do, my compadre?»
«What up Kwame?»
Back to the Meadow so I can show I’m a
Smooth black brother that is gifted
And if you try to lift this, yes I got a witness
Nicknamed the Emperor
This wasn’t meant for ya'
Ya little crumbsnatcher!
See what I mean man?
Damn!
I wish my brother George was here.
Heeh.
Produced by Ice Cube from Da Lench Mob
DJ Pooh, from Boogie Man Productions
And Del, the Funky Homosapien, from Hieroglyphics
And street knowledge’s givin' the punch!