Jimmy Fallon, Justin Timberlake - History of Rap 4 lyrics
[Jimmy Fallon, Justin Timberlake - History of Rap 4 lyrics]
Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Visions, dreams of passion
And all the while I think of you
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble
Up and down the court
Just like I'm the king on the microphone
So is Dr j and Moses Malone
The Fat Boys (beatboxing)
It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky, it's tricky
Tricky, tricky, tricky
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
Born and bred Brooklyn, USA
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA
Well like a lemon to a lime
A lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
I'm going back to Cali to Cali, to Cali
I don't think so
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like
They ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
Ahh, me so horny me love you long time
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty
Suckas get jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
And a poom-poom just shake your rump
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell
Makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop shoop ba doop shoop ba doop
Shoop ba doop ba doop ba doop
With so much drama in the L-B-C
It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass
Stuff like every single day
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice laid back
With my mind on my money and
My money on my mind
Ya, ya, ya ya ya
Woo hah, got you all in check
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke
And you're so paid (holla)
Go, get your freak on go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
Getcha freak on
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For shizzle my nizzle used to
Dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get your damn hands up
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the money
I don't know what you heard about
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherwhat P-IM-P
They see me rolling they hating
Patrolling and trying to catch
Me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up
This is freaking awesome
Look, Jimmy if you had, one shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot
Do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime