Well I'm the jibber jabber, jaw like Shabba
Franks making thanks, operating like Trapper
John M.D., yea, that's what folks tell me
I plan on going far and be a star like Marcus Welby
So there, dear, uhum, you suit though
Yes, I makes the ruckus, causing ruckus like Menudo
Or Judo, I kicks it, I throws them when I gamble
And when I swings my thing, I take a swing like Mickey Mantle
But um, I got more flavors than a pack of Now and Laters
Beg your pardon, Mr. keebler, but I love Vanilla Wafers
See, i got it going on 'cause of the songs that I write
I got it going on 'cause my crew is nuff hype
Plus I zitz em, I zamz em, I grams em like Zorro
I shop at Dagastino for a bag of Stella Dorro
Breadsticks, oh yes it's the books plus three
Of my cousins, Crazy Drazy, ?(Abe Blitz and Tea)?
'Cause we're

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Jussumen that's on the mic...

Diggity yes, back up, I just come like Shaka
Zulu, I pop like Orville Redenbacher
When I'm proper, I doobity dibble dabble wit my winnings
I drop a Def Jam as if my name was Russell Simmons
I'm funky, spunky, I clock bread like Wonder
I'll jump up and flex , make you think I'm jane Fonda
I shiggity slam Rito, I'm laid back like Tito
I good gots nuff wisdom like Mama Montigo, amigo
Se Vente, yes I can samba
I'm known like Geraldo, shishi karamba
The jibbity jibba jammage, always wit the hippity houser
I got crazy smarts like that kid Doogie Howser
So cool out, Purno, I burn you no jive
I wickity wax that scalp just like Alberto V.O. Five
Diggity damn right half pint, i taste great like Bud Lite
I'm well known like Spike or Walter Kronkite
Cause we're

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Check it, 1 for the money, 2 for the show
Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats, HO
Yep, I got my moms, i got my girl, I got my friends
And they say some making dollars, in Japan, I'm making Yenz
Wit the new style, meanwhile, my real name is William
I went and break a slut like Donald Trump can break a million
Or zillion, I kills 'em, I watches All My Children
I'm hard as women, watch it silly stunt, just ask the pilgrims
I was strong from the get go, I'm not Lou Ferringo
I never caught the cooties from a fluzy or a bimbo
Like Cheeko, I'm the man, yes indeed, i got the smart, so
When I take a stand, just take a seat like Rosa Arts
Some tomato, tomato, bolongna, bolongna
I use to fraggle rock ya but now I fraggle zone ya
A loner, i can't swim, I'm laughing in my hoodie
And I get down and boogie, oogie, oogie
Cause we're

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I'm like Slick Rick the Ruler but I'm cooler that a calvin
My mon's name is June, my pops name is Alvin
I'm not your Kurt Gowdie but I'm outtie, Sianara
So hit the road Jack so I can Welcome Back Kotter
I flippity blast the ill shit, I flips them when I get them
I chills wit the Books now mom paid out the rectum
No comp, I stiggity stomp em all out like sash squash
I'm deep, no steep, I'll make you want to join backwash (zoom)
I diggity drops a jam and now I'm slamming like Madonna
I gave a crewcut to Sinead O'Conner
Your honor, I'm bad to the bone, word is born
'Cause me and Mrs. jones, we got a thing going on
Yes I am, my ?(gibitibibity)? bedroom will not end
To the diggity cows come home, take the Gitney again
'Cause it's crazy, so give it a rest toots, don't you know me
I go from ten to two just like Ivan Roni
'Cause we're

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Writer : WESTON, ANDRE G/HINES, WILLIE D/CHARITY, CHRISTOPHER ALLEN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing