Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Food Fight, artist - Digital Underground. Date of issue: 03.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Food Fight |
| Game 11 |
| This is a federal food fight |
| (You better know it) |
| That means we’re callin' out all you cooks and crooks |
| (What? We’re about to rip this shit) |
| Oh, me? |
| My name is Humpty Hump |
| (There's a party in here, baby) |
| I’m the original big-nosed rapper, baby |
| (You better get down with this, baby) |
| We’re about to sling hot food all over this piece, yeah |
| (Just nothing but a food fight) |
| Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever |
| (Food fight) |
| With the bacon and egg sandwich |
| You ain’t bringing groceries, G |
| Your groove is getting rude over records |
| But can you sling the food like this? |
| You better bite this, if you wanna make the people move like this |
| Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger |
| Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle |
| You’re busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate |
| By itself, not including all my funky condiments |
| Nod your head to this and duck down |
| As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe |
| Yo, I’m illin', I’m slingin' melons like the felons are slangin' dope sacks |
| So max but I wouldn’t stand so close up in the light |
| Either bring it or hide 'cause it’s about to be a food fight |
| (You need something for the food fight) |
| We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger |
| (Gotta bring food to the food fight) |
| Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger |
| It’s classic, slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic |
| I counteract it with the Shock with hamhocks |
| From brothers who might 2Pac |
| Fifty-seven black too hard but lots of flows |
| Fat like hippopotamus, still caught 'em though |
| In the face with excrements, peep my testaments |
| I bring the seasoning paprika |
| Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer |
| Dribble up the funk in the beaker and, yes, about to say, «Speaker» |
| It leaks in your ears and years ahead |
| I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls |
| But I’m calling protocol, stop |
| (You need something for the food fight) |
| We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger, come on |
| (Gotta bring food to the food fight) |
| Yes, we’re slugging the chicken nugget to your grill |
| (You need something for the food fight) |
| Get ready, we’re coming fetti with the groceries |
| (Gotta bring food to the food fight) |
| Someone shoulda told ya, it ain’t over 'til it’s over |
| Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain’t a big couchie |
| Gotta substitute the 'Ouch' for the 'Ooch' |
| If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he’d be a butt hell |
| Substitute the 'Ell' for the 'Ole' |
| Actually, factually, hella fools I know would be tore up |
| If you was what you ate, no fakin' |
| My man Nate would be a plate of bacon |
| My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat |
| My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things |
| My rich nigga 'Pac would be a lobster with hot wings |
| It’s quite simple, if true that, my temple is wrecked |
| I’d be some mushrooms and cognac |
| I’d be a pinto bean gravy smothered neckbone |
| Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler |
| So come on with your food slingin' 'cause I’m ready |
| Bring it, shut up nigga, sing it |
| (You need something for the food fight) |
| Yeah, hit you in the neck with the cheeseburger |
| (Gotta bring food to the food fight) |
| We’re slugging the chicken nugget to your grill |
| (You need something for the food fight) |
| Get ready, we’re coming fetti with the groceries |
| (Gotta bring food to the food fight) |
| Someone shoulda told ya, it ain’t over 'til it’s over |
| Bring the groceries |
| Bring the groceries |
| Bring, bring the groceries |
| You see what we bringin' |
| Don’t even sleep, don’t even sleep |
| Ah, you sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' |
| But that’s okay though, we still bringin' the funk |
| And back to what I was saying before… |