Lyrics Little Rascals - Shyheim

Little Rascals

This Bob Billiard for the Entertainment News
In the news today youth rapper Shyheim AKA the Rugged Child
Is rapidly climbing the charts and making a lot of noise
Shyheim seems to be one of those little boy rappers
Who are making a lot of money
Personally I don’t think a little boy should get paid
Don’t call me boy!
(why?) Haven’t you heard?
Boy ain’t nothing but a white man’s word
As the old saying go, «I could never forget
Boy plays a Tarzan g-tuck quit
So call me Shy with the Ooh la la la
Kissing young girls and I makes them holler
Fortan can never be an orphan
New Yorking Wu-slang talking
So hump my style as I walk the mile
The little rascal’s bucked out juvenile
I be the captain of dapping of rapping
How you scatching the cuts and the scratching
Not your average shorty 140 on the block
I got more props than your 1,000 cops
Stop!
In the name of me.
Like Denise Williams I gots to be free
To do what I want to do — Oh Shaboo
Here come the Little Rascals
One little two little three little rascals
Four little five little six little rascals
Seven little eight nine little rascals
Ten rugged rascals in all
Gotta make a record to gain recognition, or competition
My posse is blitzin': I yell hooray!
When they cross the barricade
Fuck the arcade- No games are being played
Sneaky little Shy from the streets of Staten
Somethin' shot me and my cousin cry Jason
Jason Jason- time for chasi' -girls
I’m on every case like Perry Mason
Step in they face and beg them for they number
Get the seven digits and now they like the roadrunner
Beep!
Beep!
Yo, things is gettin' deep.
Takin' old does and coffee
There’s no time to sleep.
A tazmanian walkin' maniac
A young girl playing rap brainiac
So pump up the volume.
For 10 balls you could have the whole album
Of the rugged- Child- Chi- Chi- Chi- Bow!
Little Rascal Style!