Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Supafriendz, artist - Vast Aire. Album song Look Mom…No Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.12.2004
Record label: Chocolate Industries
Song language: English
Da Supafriendz |
| Give 'em some skin, a real country bumpkin |
| Get up off his property, the Villain, Fuzzy Lumpkins |
| Dumpin', enough raw lead to leave a forehead sunkin' |
| When he’s on tour, keep your paws off his pumpkin dumplin' |
| Town village nympho, now it’s all his though |
| The way she got down was far from privileged info |
| Break up to make up, wake up and smell the indo |
| Just from how she liked to show her belly button ring tho' |
| Couldn’t tell em nothin', 5200, Atari, or Sega |
| Test tube L’s with the lid, Garcia y Vega |
| His tongue is like a sword that’s mighty like a pen |
| And you ain’t seen nothin' like The Mighty Quinn |
| Alrighty Then! |
| Seal the deal with the shakin' of a hand |
| People’s catchin' feelings like it’s Making of the Band |
| Villain have your fake man, quakin' in his Vans |
| When he do a jam, fans break dancin' in the stands |
| Chances are, he’ll lose the battle and the war |
| Tryin' to go to shore with just a paddle and an oar |
| Oo, shucks, he should have known them two schmucks |
| Would have came through the game |
| Lame ducks, off beaucoup bucks |
| Yo, Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water |
| I advise all fathers to watch they daughters |
| It’s goin' down tonight |
| We got monster’s in the crowd, and they ready to fight |
| Metal Fingers, fix the beat with fire water |
| I advise all fathers to watch they daughters |
| You know we keep tricks up the sleeve |
| Comin' through with the Justice League (But you don’t hear me though) |
| I used to sew army patches on my favorite coat |
| BMX got your guns, old folks got soap |
| Homeless Sally from Cali cursed, cats in the alley |
| Sounds so foul, we washed our mouths out with soap |
| I came up with cats, that never be smilin' |
| I called DOOM he said meet him on Monsta Island |
| Where the girls look good |
| And them MC’s be whilin' |
| You can catch me in Valuer Suits, stylin' |
| With Lady Jaye holdin' hands with the Baroness |
| Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes don’t got nothin' on this |
| I got them Go Go Gadgets |
| So when the Cobra-La come through the floor |
| I’m puttin' snakes in baskets |
| We rhyme and do our thang |
| He’s like Stymie from Our Gang |
| Guitar twang, try me, and WHA DA DA DANG |
| I don’t think you want to know |
| Even if you still do |
| And want me to, I’ll tell you |
| But then I’d have to kill you |
| «WILL YOU?» |
| Please |
| It’s like a Grilled Cheese sammich |
| Gotta bring the butter or the bread’ll get damaged |
| Flip it, slice it, and give half to Vast Aire |
| If you ask nicely, and bring a glass |
| We’ll share the last beer, here |
| After the Cold Vein and Doomsday, we don’t need no pop |
| REVOLUTION, we hit cops with Judo Chops |
| All you see is red, black, and green |
| Know I’m down for my team |
| They killed Radio Raheem! |
| Now I want to smoke a blunt, you know, blow off some steam? |
| Open my mouth like Godzilla, and all you see is light beams |
| Now this rap shit ain’t all that it seems |
| You can leave it to the Supa Friendz to spill the beans |