Big Daddy Kane - On The Bugged Tip Lyrics
Yo, on the m-i-c right about now, I go by the name of big daddy kane. i got myMan scoob lover on the side of me, dj mister cee on the wheels of steel, dre onThe film and marley on the boards. we gonna do a little something like this:[big daddy:]Some like it hard and some like it soft,Yo, bust the groove as I set it off.[scoob:]But wait a minute......yo scoob, whats up?Pardon me a moment as I interrupt.For what?For this:[both singing]You like the stylish clothes we wear,And you like our flat-top style of hair.Its just those bugged out things we doThat make the girles wanna stare.Like when were chillin with the crew.Or drinkin that old english brew.(both) straight from the bottle not the cup,And it gets us more than just *****ed uuuuup...And I like it yall....like it yall...Like it yall......like it yall.Scoob lover, wont you hype it yall?Well, Im the s-c double-o b-l-o-v-e-r- uh.Ladies come to me, Ill be your midnight horror.Need a flat top? come to scoob, Im the barber.Of da ville.And thats right.Try to step to us, watch what you get,Cuz me and big daddys not havin it.Well, its the big daddy, so all hail.Save your wack rhymes, hold your female.Pass the old gold, trash the ale,Cash your food stamps, get the wic out the mail.Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail.Eat a whole fish except for the tail.Keep food in the fridge so it dont get stale,And when theres nothing to eat, I bite my nails.So scoob lover, you know your rhymes are kickin,Get on the mic, cuz you know you eat chicken.Now-now-now, im-a place a order for a scooby snack,Not at the chinese restaurant becuse I dont eat cats.Now who in the world can ever eat these?When Im at home, I chow down with ease,And say more beef sausage, mom, please?Thats right, mommy dukes, she feeds me swell.Coffee on the table, orange juice as well.Some of the things I say are outspoken,Guaranteed to have you chokin.Bitin mcs are the one Im yokin.Kane, Im outta here, I guess Ill use my token.Ill walk through the gate if the turnstiles broken.Big daddy, if youre down with me,Get on the mic on the count of three;One, two, three...Now Im a black brother thats out to succeed,So step aside as I take the lead.Sexy young ladies of a light-skinned breed.*you got-you got-you got what I need!*Outstanding, kind, cool and loyal.Drove all the way to maco just to change my oil.Cuz Im the only child, you might think Im spoiled.Touch the young ladies make their blood pressure boil.I got the ...hmm...hiccups, excuse me, sorry.Score a 100 gs every time I play atari.Put a hole in the old gold, blast the bacardi.On the dance floor, hype moves I be freakin.Makin new steps up every single weekend.Not abbot and costello or laurel and hardy,Im only here to par-ty!Yo, check it out, check it out. turn the music down, turn the music down.Turn the music down...here we go (here we go)...We gonna end it like this in the place yall.Its like this yall, and you dont stop.Now, the name kane is superior to many people;It means king asiatic nobodys equal.I hate to brag, but damn Im good!And if mics were a gun, Id be clint eastwood.And if rap was a game, Id be mvp:Most valuable poet on the m-i-c.And if rap was a school, Id be the principal.Aw ***** it, the kane is invincible.To be specific, I may die one dayBut my rhymes will remain like a heiroglyphic.Its a certain special skill, that takes much practice.I got it good; apparently you lack this.So in turn, sit back and learn,Listen close, this is for your own concern.Let me show ya, exactly how its properly done:Lights, camera, action! [laughter]
