Phife Dawg, Fu-Schnickens - La Schmoove lyrics
[Phife Dawg, Fu-Schnickens - La Schmoove lyrics]
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm living well
Like George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT) does it (YO)
Is it because I'm rocking - beats, beats
Beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doing what just
Had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear
Girls calling me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue
Lots of sex nuff respects to my bros that
Live on five-six street (RIGHT)
I'm smashing monster mashing boom
Bashing in a fashion
Which is wild now I smile when I
Whip lash MCs with my style
Call me cuckoo, I'm making beaucoup bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear
All MCs that are schmuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep
And listen when I talk
As I soothe in the groove
'cause I'm smooth like Mr rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr wu, no need to be rude but FU
'Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle
My Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr chip Fu, about to wreck shop
With the Judo
(CHOP) a Judo (CHOP) a Judo chop (CHOP)
Yo zilch kaput me nada none son
I don't think so, so take a look at
A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
Ba schnicker bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I'm the big John Elmer Glue
The Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my witness
Ask the Kung about my tongue and
The styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty
Rankin shuba-dib da dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head
BUM BA READ
Mr chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di
Dra-dread you said I couldn't rap
But I really wrecked shop
And I don't stop drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a
Style and pattern and fashion
And all MCs jaws drops down
My accent, you're mocking my clothes
You're clocking
Ripping MCs to smithereens to their
Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
So don't step to Chip
I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say Drats I really failed again
Plus he sank my Babble-ship
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit
Rip it and be specific doin' it
Terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepé Le Pew
Pepé Le Pew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Now here I go, once again with the ill flow
Other MCs that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type
That ever lacked skills
I just stay true to my roots
And then I get ill
Twenty years of age but yet I still seek
(KNOWLEDGE) and this year, was so-called
My Senior year in (COLLEGE)
But I chose to pursue
In a field called music
And with some hype beats and breaks
You know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the
Track and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad
And I'll kick nuff (RAPS)
Just come inside your jam and
Witness who is boss
And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle and step, but yet I still slam
Not trying to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write
It's my delivery
Name one rapper that you know
Who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique
In other words top choice
Nothing commercial 'bout this
It's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want
Do you want more because I got more in store
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
MC, the Shining One, aka The Golden Child
I have a grin at times but
Then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care
Don't fear mon frere
Sak Pase, everybody that rappin'
G pull his hair back in the groove
It's no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous
'Cause I manifest in
Words that I'm preaching
Unleashing you now seek the
Sounds that I'm teaching i hear
(NOT) see (NOT) , knots to makes butts (ROCK)
I rides rhythm to the beginnin
Then won't stop the Chinese Son of Sam
The Skipper's Peter Pan
The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East
Releasing a new type of lyrical lingo
Single, "The Alarm"
The girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date, so you know I won't
(EXPIRE) no skippin a weekly check
So I don't have to (RETIRE)
Write, the ca-pital, MO
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin
Shouts on my show
Ir-regular styles is here too
Tripped, boo boo, you first made a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be Great
Great, but, like the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break
Break or broken, the MO, has spoken
Movements on the slick
Taking the train you need a token
I guess not, 'cause you pause for the cause
You either biting your nails
Or start picking straws
Holy Mick I'm living large
Just like trunk jewels
Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWEE
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm living well
Like George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT) does it (YO)
Is it because I'm rocking - beats, beats
Beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doing what just
Had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear
Girls calling me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue
Lots of sex nuff respects to my bros that
Live on five-six street (RIGHT)
I'm smashing monster mashing boom
Bashing in a fashion
Which is wild now I smile when I
Whip lash MCs with my style
Call me cuckoo, I'm making beaucoup bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear
All MCs that are schmuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep
And listen when I talk
As I soothe in the groove
'cause I'm smooth like Mr rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr wu, no need to be rude but FU
'Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle
My Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr chip Fu, about to wreck shop
With the Judo
(CHOP) a Judo (CHOP) a Judo chop (CHOP)
Yo zilch kaput me nada none son
I don't think so, so take a look at
A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
Ba schnicker bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I'm the big John Elmer Glue
The Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my witness
Ask the Kung about my tongue and
The styles that I brung instead
I'm the Ali Babi cutty
Rankin shuba-dib da dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head
BUM BA READ
Mr chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di
Dra-dread you said I couldn't rap
But I really wrecked shop
And I don't stop drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a
Style and pattern and fashion
And all MCs jaws drops down
My accent, you're mocking my clothes
You're clocking
Ripping MCs to smithereens to their
Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
So don't step to Chip
I'm on the La Schmoove tip
You'll say Drats I really failed again
Plus he sank my Babble-ship
So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit
Rip it and be specific doin' it
Terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepé Le Pew
Pepé Le Pew
La Schmoove, yo I ain't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
Now here I go, once again with the ill flow
Other MCs that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type
That ever lacked skills
I just stay true to my roots
And then I get ill
Twenty years of age but yet I still seek
(KNOWLEDGE) and this year, was so-called
My Senior year in (COLLEGE)
But I chose to pursue
In a field called music
And with some hype beats and breaks
You know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the
Track and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad
And I'll kick nuff (RAPS)
Just come inside your jam and
Witness who is boss
And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle and step, but yet I still slam
Not trying to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write
It's my delivery
Name one rapper that you know
Who has this high-strung voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique
In other words top choice
Nothing commercial 'bout this
It's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want
Do you want more because I got more in store
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
MC, the Shining One, aka The Golden Child
I have a grin at times but
Then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care
Don't fear mon frere
Sak Pase, everybody that rappin'
G pull his hair back in the groove
It's no way you can handle this
Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous
'Cause I manifest in
Words that I'm preaching
Unleashing you now seek the
Sounds that I'm teaching i hear
(NOT) see (NOT) , knots to makes butts (ROCK)
I rides rhythm to the beginnin
Then won't stop the Chinese Son of Sam
The Skipper's Peter Pan
The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East
Releasing a new type of lyrical lingo
Single, "The Alarm"
The girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date, so you know I won't
(EXPIRE) no skippin a weekly check
So I don't have to (RETIRE)
Write, the ca-pital, MO
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin
Shouts on my show
Ir-regular styles is here too
Tripped, boo boo, you first made a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be Great
Great, but, like the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break
Break or broken, the MO, has spoken
Movements on the slick
Taking the train you need a token
I guess not, 'cause you pause for the cause
You either biting your nails
Or start picking straws
Holy Mick I'm living large
Just like trunk jewels
Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWEE
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove
Yo we don't got nothing to prove