Riding in my Thunderbird on the freeway I turned on my radio to hear some music play I got a silly rapper talking silly **** instead And the only good rapper is one that's dead on it Uh, dead on it, shall we go back? Yeah, let's go Negroes from Brooklyn play the bass pretty good But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should A magnum fro is better when you got a poof on it And the to and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it Funky dead on it Uh, dead on it, on it Shall we go back? Let's goThey're dead on it, wow See the rapper's problem Usually stem from being tone deaf Pack the house then try to sing There won't be no one left on it Parking lot's on fire, brothers peeling out of the town They say in disgust, they singing their guts Rapping done let us down You got to be dead on it, dead on it, dead All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the knees Don't believe me? NoTry it once then stop, they'll be begging Please, please, please Shoo be doo wa, dead on it What does that have to do with the funk? Nothing, but who's paying the bills? If you don't wanna lick my knees, I'm sure your mama will Uh, 'cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we dead on it De-de-dead on it, on it La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la My bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got **** on me My nickname's hell's-a-popping, I'm badder than the wicked witch I got a gold tooth, costs more than your house I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse They dead, they dead on it La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the three You know, you know, I'm busy, to scizzy Can't nobody **** with me' Cause I'm dead, on it, dead, on it, on it on it
Riding in my Thunderbird on the freeway I turned on my radio to hear some music play I got a silly rapper talking silly **** instead And the only good rapper is one that's dead on it Uh, dead on it, shall we go back? Yeah, let's go Negroes from Brooklyn play the bass pretty good But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should A magnum fro is better when you got a poof on it And the to and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it Funky dead on it Uh, dead on it, on it Shall we go back? Let's goThey're dead on it, wow See the rapper's problem Usually stem from being tone deaf Pack the house then try to sing There won't be no one left on it Parking lot's on fire, brothers peeling out of the town They say in disgust, they singing their guts Rapping done let us down You got to be dead on it, dead on it, dead All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the knees Don't believe me? NoTry it once then stop, they'll be begging Please, please, please Shoo be doo wa, dead on it What does that have to do with the funk? Nothing, but who's paying the bills? If you don't wanna lick my knees, I'm sure your mama will Uh, 'cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we dead on it De-de-dead on it, on it La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la My bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got **** on me My nickname's hell's-a-popping, I'm badder than the wicked witch I got a gold tooth, costs more than your house I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse They dead, they dead on it La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the three You know, you know, I'm busy, to scizzy Can't nobody **** with me' Cause I'm dead, on it, dead, on it, on it on it
