Charles Hamilton - I'm Moody (Rox) lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - I'm Moody Rox lyrics]
Oh! Time to front like pause
King of the boards the high you want, I’m on
Long gone, I stunt like John cho, oh!
Punch my clock and it’s out the factory
Middle finger out to the faculty
Thank you for doubting what I have in me
Admiration from classmates
Cash I’m making, no salary
I am advanced, I could never be retarded
The youngest celebrity in
The treasury department
Frappachino rappin’ havin c notes
In his p-coat and the c on a beanie
Peep the seagull
So ahead of my time you askin’
"Where did he go?"
Pyooom! Laser from a loser sayin’ a 16
It’s a taser that’ll phase
You from the future
Street vernacular, Frasier from the sewer
If you can’t play her, sue her i’ma do her!
I don’t know what you heard about me
But ain’t nothin’ urban bout me
So go on, spread the word about me
The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up:
The beat just (Rocks) the flow just (Rocks)
My aditude (Rocks) my life just (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
Cause this (Rocks)
Skatin’ barefooted at my Gramma’s
Thinkin’ of Grammy’s, bad bitches
And paparazzi cameras
Till I fall down like Donnie McLurkin
I was probably hurt
But now the mommies is flirtin
Gotta be certain
Obviously blurtin’ the obvious
Is not workin’
So I suddenly say "Get the fuck out my face!"
I do what I want, and I’m stuck in my ways
Rub me the way you know is right, aight?
You know I’m bright, I’m close to nice
But mean when I focus
I shine on songs with my solo mic
When I’m on your broad
I leave her polo white
And I ain’t stoppin’ for no one
So popular, my God
I just swallowed my own cum no homo
Now I see why the ladies can’t get enough
And if they spit it up
Then they just kiddin’
I don’t know what you heard about me
But ain’t nothin’ urban bout me
So go on, spread the word about me
The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up:
The beat just (Rocks) the flow just (Rocks)
My aditude (Rocks) my life just (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
Cause this (Rocks)
Hustlers, gangstas, rastas, rockers
Mobsters, doctors, cops and robbers
Do what you have to do to grab for the loot
If you absolutely have to shoot
Pack up the deuce and go Yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo girls, women, bitches, hoes
Ladies, kittens, chickens, ohs
I gather you would rather do
The rapper abusin’ the track
But, if I act as if I have
No clue then catch an attitude, like
(whoo) then bring it like
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
I don’t know what you heard about me
But ain’t nothin’ urban bout me
So go on, spread the word about me
The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up:
The beat just (Rocks) the flow just (Rocks)
My aditude (Rocks) my life just (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
Cause this (Rocks)
King of the boards the high you want, I’m on
Long gone, I stunt like John cho, oh!
Punch my clock and it’s out the factory
Middle finger out to the faculty
Thank you for doubting what I have in me
Admiration from classmates
Cash I’m making, no salary
I am advanced, I could never be retarded
The youngest celebrity in
The treasury department
Frappachino rappin’ havin c notes
In his p-coat and the c on a beanie
Peep the seagull
So ahead of my time you askin’
"Where did he go?"
Pyooom! Laser from a loser sayin’ a 16
It’s a taser that’ll phase
You from the future
Street vernacular, Frasier from the sewer
If you can’t play her, sue her i’ma do her!
I don’t know what you heard about me
But ain’t nothin’ urban bout me
So go on, spread the word about me
The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up:
The beat just (Rocks) the flow just (Rocks)
My aditude (Rocks) my life just (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
Cause this (Rocks)
Skatin’ barefooted at my Gramma’s
Thinkin’ of Grammy’s, bad bitches
And paparazzi cameras
Till I fall down like Donnie McLurkin
I was probably hurt
But now the mommies is flirtin
Gotta be certain
Obviously blurtin’ the obvious
Is not workin’
So I suddenly say "Get the fuck out my face!"
I do what I want, and I’m stuck in my ways
Rub me the way you know is right, aight?
You know I’m bright, I’m close to nice
But mean when I focus
I shine on songs with my solo mic
When I’m on your broad
I leave her polo white
And I ain’t stoppin’ for no one
So popular, my God
I just swallowed my own cum no homo
Now I see why the ladies can’t get enough
And if they spit it up
Then they just kiddin’
I don’t know what you heard about me
But ain’t nothin’ urban bout me
So go on, spread the word about me
The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up:
The beat just (Rocks) the flow just (Rocks)
My aditude (Rocks) my life just (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
Cause this (Rocks)
Hustlers, gangstas, rastas, rockers
Mobsters, doctors, cops and robbers
Do what you have to do to grab for the loot
If you absolutely have to shoot
Pack up the deuce and go Yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo girls, women, bitches, hoes
Ladies, kittens, chickens, ohs
I gather you would rather do
The rapper abusin’ the track
But, if I act as if I have
No clue then catch an attitude, like
(whoo) then bring it like
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
Yabba Dabba Doo yabba Dabba Doo
I don’t know what you heard about me
But ain’t nothin’ urban bout me
So go on, spread the word about me
The Harlem mosh pitter is back! Add it up:
The beat just (Rocks) the flow just (Rocks)
My aditude (Rocks) my life just (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
You don’t like it, kick (Rocks)
Cause this (Rocks)