Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jingle Baby, artist - Stephanie Mills. Album song Christmas, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Jingle Baby |
| They call me Uncle L, Future of the Funk |
| Records I recorded minus all the junk |
| People spread gossip and believe what they must |
| While I slam dunk fags and make em bite the dust |
| A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed |
| And put him in a bucket like it’s chicken feed |
| Check out the, pick of the litter, not a quitter, I’m nice y’all |
| And I’ma dust you off and dust you off twice |
| You never heard this so observant all hysterical |
| Fan-natics of the Asiatic miracle man |
| Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I’m Real |
| If you’re another brother’s fan? |
| Forget how you feel |
| Cause he’s so-so, I got the instinct |
| They call me Deputy Dog, now put your ass in the clink |
| Innovating, devastating, and dope on the single now |
| Let me see your earrings jingle |
| I chopped you, chewed you, baked you and fucked you |
| That shit you pop, you need to stop, you’re kind of rude you |
| No good nigga-boo trying to base |
| How we living Holmes? |
| Get out my face! |
| I’m complete, in effect, and I can’t fall |
| I rise, surprise, and I advise you all |
| To stand back and peep, don’t sleep or doubt |
| My skill’ll get I’ll, I turn the mother out |
| I’m top-notch, you’re still playing hop-scotch |
| Now I’ma do ya while the party people watch |
| You’re real funny, you really try to go for yours |
| But I know why: you ain’t had no dough before |
| So you tried and lied to drain my fame |
| This ain’t a game, yo, you know my name |
| Forget all the MC’s who like to mingle |
| Yo baby, let me see your earrings jingle |
| When you first walked in, I ain’t know what to think |
| You grabbed the microphone like your don’t stink |
| And tried to run down that, I can’t get over that |
| Bullshit you were sayin', you call that a battle rap? |
| How you gonna go against an army with a handgun? |
| I’m Cool J, yo you don’t understand, son |
| I’m a legend, on top of that I’m livin' |
| Now you look stupid like that Ms. Givens |
| Whoever geesed you up, nah, how should I say it? |
| Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it |
| Cause man, YO, I feel for you brother |
| I’m a bad (Word to my mother!) |
| Taking out suckers while the ladies pucker |
| And rolling over niggas like a redneck trucker |
| Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now |
| Lemme see your earrings jingle |
| Yeah baby, you know what I mean? |
| You like be jingling crazy, word |
| (yeah yeah yeah) |
| All over this funky beat |
| You be like jingling, and your earrings be jingling |
| And shaking all over the place and all |
| It’s like real, it’s real wild to me honey ya know what I mean? |
| The way you be jingling, word |
| Can’t believe you tried to grip the same mic as me |
| Your grip’s too weak, you can’t hold it, B |
| You can dream of making progress and getting this nice |
| But when I roll up, it’s like Hip Hop Vice |
| I serve to curbs, I never swerve I’m superb |
| Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves |
| You played your hand, lost track of your plan |
| When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man |
| I’m a play you like a poker chip, that’s what you get |
| I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met |
| The titan of fighting, exciting when writing, you trifling toy-boy |
| I gotta enlighten, so start biting |
| You know you can’t create and get mean like this |
| When I’m on the court, G, it’s strictly swish! |
| When it’s all over, said and done, my friend |
| They say, «That just scored again» |
| So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop |
| Here’s your token back, you’re getting off at the next stop |
| I’ma deliver and give a speech with vigor |
| I drink some Olde E and start waxing (niggas) |