Organized Konfusion - Fudge Pudge Lyrics
Verse one: prince poetryHere we go again with the funky introPeople approach me knowin Im the prince poE-t, r-y, and Im the first batterThe pharoah usually go first, but it dont matterFunky slices of beats like thisComes once in a blue, but its not hard for me to chewSo kick off your shoes and dont forget your socksI wash and wash them emcess like cloroxSkills I have, good and plentyIf you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimmeBeats, equivalent to just something that I canFlow [flow] flow [flow] float onnnnnnIts gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat onWhen i, proceed to, light the partyIn the summer, somethin like a mardi, grasBikinis, panties, brasJuicin em and Im suckin the girls up like strawsOops upside ya domeI dont answer the phone when Im home not aloneOn the boneLeave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the toneBoop!Oooooh, and I like itCause Im poetry the psychicIntellectual level would ratherNah, nah I dont like that{talking} one more timeRollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]Bringin you the news like kaity chungBut Im not a pretty oriental specimen fromhong kong fooey, numba one supa guyI love the women but I dont try to see emId rather make the money bein on the cover of e.m.Get mcs mad make em flare up nostrilsIm poetry the rap fanatic I get hostileVerse two: pharoah monchPressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cookerI leave the party when I mass a lot of hookersSlip and slide, I slid the sludge[fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but I never hold a grudgeUp against the wall, I caught you with the drugs[the organisms on the jury] guess whos the judgeI hit the hook heavyReady no chitter-chatter I figure since Im bigger why pitter-patterProps in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?Youre just a ***** [meow]Cat when Im deckin youDisrespectin youClever whenever I select a new dialogueOne plus one get it togetherGirls dont despair cause Ill be your fair weather friendNo I dont have a benz and no I dont have an infinitiI figure the eight inches of me, will be the remedyCause when I pull up to the bumperCause Ill be down to thump a girl like heather hunterI tell you now you never hatedThe triple x when it comes to sex is what Im ratedI tell you know that I can give good loveYes Im the one you should loveSo dont try to diss fudge pudgecause its al-right, with, meKick slick rhymes out of a mouthTricky in a joust, plus Im down with mickey mouseCmon everyone, lets flow to the rhy
