Common, No I.D. - Two Scoops of Raisins lyrics

[Common, No I.D. - Two Scoops of Raisins lyrics]

Somebody hit me with a
Little, baseline or groove, knahmsayin?
Yeah, breakfast food, UHH!

Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness I'm a Menace
So call me hip-hop's Dennis
So open wide, and say
And I'mma slide my yolk, in your throat
And watch ya choke
On the Uh the Ah the Uh the Daddy Long-Stroke

Stroke Long Daddy Money, if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop, Runnin shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney
Cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that
I'm fat troop drop the loop
Then a scooper hoop ya like a hula
To school a fool or be
Sent a church to repent
I get you Guess'n like jeans
You're just a hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick
Kick

The razzamatazz oh please oh please just
Give me just one more blast
I +Gett Off+ like Prince
But I don't have to show my ass
Pass the rest, like a test
If you slip then you'll get ripped
With your handicapped pass rap
And Tales From the Crypt
I whip on that ass like base ba bay
The Sense is good-GOOBELY-goo, ask Grady

Or Lamont, or Rollo, down at the, Apollo
Come follow me now I don't know
Even En Vogue, be tellin me ya don't go
When it's time for show everyone says
Ho ho couldn't be a slider
'Cause I never slip
Kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo
Cause you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin chewed like vegetables

Ahhh cabbage is a cabbage
A lettuce is a lettuce
I'mma tear this whole joint into scraps
I bust raps, perhaps caps
And trap the wack tracks
Givin the max, for the minimum
Not the minimum for the max
Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so
You can call me the Stiltest
You're takin shorts like Arnold, so
What chu talkin bout, willis?

To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin, rollin
Bowlin - spare me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush
Lush alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson
Movin on up - progressive
One time for your brain, cell
And when I get through
You say - aww hell man!
Styles that I free won't, stop til the end
Paper I go on and go on with the pen
Get a max of funk, attack or sunk huff, huff
One blow, and emcees are gone with the wind
Kickin the dumber rhyme, I'm not a prince
But I'm fresh, heatin up like the summertime
Summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you buzzin
Like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet
'Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader
'Cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim
You run for cover brother
But I kick it with Petey
Cause I'm just another mother blo Pop time
It's Blo Pop time
In the mix, the dimension, JB, and Chico
It's seven, not six, my shirt extra large
But I wear, I wear
I wear it well like DeBarge
To the finish, makin ya eye pop
Like you ain't spinach
Then it's, time to let you know
We count it up, one two three and fo'

Around and round and upside down
And upside down we go
WHOAHHHHH! I'mma sneak in the front row
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on skid row
I don't wear Monie's hat
But I was a Monkey +in the Middle+
Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
I take a squat
And booty MC's be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT!
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
You're just a field goal kid
And I'm a touchdown
With the next point to the next joint
So tell Spike about it i'm all that
That your bitch be writin home about it
Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This could be love, but umm
Don't let em fool ya
'Cause when I do ya, come down
Come down after me come
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but umm, I gotta run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, FUCK the Jackson 5
You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill, but don't, HURT ME, HURT ME
Or irk me
Cause see I'll outsmart you like the Urkel
B-boys at the school of hard knocks
In a circle pass the sess blunt, yeah stud
You ain't know?
I wanna go bang, I said, bang-o
Bang oh bang oh
Or bojangle, jingle jangle, run the jewel
Hip-hip, hooray
Oh now you wanna be a Luvabull?
Don't push or pull, or you'll see
I'mma wreck it out
MC's be checkin in but they
Don't be checkin out
I leave em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and take
Your ass back to KANSAS

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