The Beatnuts - Third of the Trio lyrics
[The Beatnuts - Third of the Trio lyrics]
Yeah, check it out, here we here we go
The Beatnuts is in the house for the 90s
Beatnuts is in the house
J-U-J-U, is in the house
My man L, E-S is in the house
Beatnuts are the best
You know we're in the house
Kool Ass Fash, is in the house
Third of the trio, is in the house
And I'm about to flow, and turn it out
So here we here we go check it out
Pa pa pa-presto magilla, ya slim gorilla
Ya baby monkey - Don Fashioney gets funky
On the or, F or
A big score - better believe
Kool Fash has m-met more
I'm going d-d-d-d deep with
Styles so s-sweet we roll up into your van
Or catch when ya sleep
Slurred some words, through with a stutter
So smooth on the horns
I was the real b-b-butter baby
No D-IS respect I meant but
With enough low flows, who's lent
Catch my scent, fuck a wave
That ass of a hey or wind up in a grave
Soft and shallow, but never hollow
Eat up tried swallow but fail to follow
The O-R-Iginator, who's greater? Huh
Tip the waiter? I'll see you later
Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum
Fashion, Ju, and Les
I make a third of the trio
Fiddly fi, fo fum - ha! Call me famous
Now who can blame us, for kicking anus
So mic check 1, 2, effects I run through
Diggity did what I done, not
The one little son, you
Copy the cat that, started the fat track
D-d-drop the dreads from the head
Now do that jack
Sex appealing and what I'm feeling
You can feel on the alarm
But no woman I'm stealing
I'm not a crima-nim-minal
That's what I said in the first short
But I smoke Joes and make dough as a sport
So hop off James, you no names you can't win
Cause if you fuck with Kool Fash
Diggity Das - the end
Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum
Fashion, Ju, and Les
I make a third of the trio
I seen my man Kico, and got Purrico
Then hit the slopes with
Little hops and Chico
Crack! The biddy iddy up to consume
A crazy hit of that boom
Without doom in my room but knock knock
Who's there? Hope it ain't a burglar
Lucky me
It's my bin-oys with Masta and Sugar
Now time for some chick stick
A 40 and picnic
Got the herb, but what chick will I get with
Femme fatale, slim dim and figure
Got my hand on the trigger, if she has nigga
So sleep on this get slapped like a miss
I drop punks pull out dilack and piss
Kool, Ass Fa na na-fashion
Peace, I'm ghost, that's all - I'm done
Check it out, a little bad da da-ass track
Bad da da-ass track
You know, you know, you know
Juju, turns it out psycho Les, turns it out
My man VIC, turns it out
Chi Ali, you know he turns it out
A Tribe Called Quest, turns it out
The Late Show, turns it out
De La Soul, turns it out
Black Sheep, you know they turns it out
And I'm ghost!
The Beatnuts is in the house for the 90s
Beatnuts is in the house
J-U-J-U, is in the house
My man L, E-S is in the house
Beatnuts are the best
You know we're in the house
Kool Ass Fash, is in the house
Third of the trio, is in the house
And I'm about to flow, and turn it out
So here we here we go check it out
Pa pa pa-presto magilla, ya slim gorilla
Ya baby monkey - Don Fashioney gets funky
On the or, F or
A big score - better believe
Kool Fash has m-met more
I'm going d-d-d-d deep with
Styles so s-sweet we roll up into your van
Or catch when ya sleep
Slurred some words, through with a stutter
So smooth on the horns
I was the real b-b-butter baby
No D-IS respect I meant but
With enough low flows, who's lent
Catch my scent, fuck a wave
That ass of a hey or wind up in a grave
Soft and shallow, but never hollow
Eat up tried swallow but fail to follow
The O-R-Iginator, who's greater? Huh
Tip the waiter? I'll see you later
Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum
Fashion, Ju, and Les
I make a third of the trio
Fiddly fi, fo fum - ha! Call me famous
Now who can blame us, for kicking anus
So mic check 1, 2, effects I run through
Diggity did what I done, not
The one little son, you
Copy the cat that, started the fat track
D-d-drop the dreads from the head
Now do that jack
Sex appealing and what I'm feeling
You can feel on the alarm
But no woman I'm stealing
I'm not a crima-nim-minal
That's what I said in the first short
But I smoke Joes and make dough as a sport
So hop off James, you no names you can't win
Cause if you fuck with Kool Fash
Diggity Das - the end
Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum
Fashion, Ju, and Les
I make a third of the trio
I seen my man Kico, and got Purrico
Then hit the slopes with
Little hops and Chico
Crack! The biddy iddy up to consume
A crazy hit of that boom
Without doom in my room but knock knock
Who's there? Hope it ain't a burglar
Lucky me
It's my bin-oys with Masta and Sugar
Now time for some chick stick
A 40 and picnic
Got the herb, but what chick will I get with
Femme fatale, slim dim and figure
Got my hand on the trigger, if she has nigga
So sleep on this get slapped like a miss
I drop punks pull out dilack and piss
Kool, Ass Fa na na-fashion
Peace, I'm ghost, that's all - I'm done
Check it out, a little bad da da-ass track
Bad da da-ass track
You know, you know, you know
Juju, turns it out psycho Les, turns it out
My man VIC, turns it out
Chi Ali, you know he turns it out
A Tribe Called Quest, turns it out
The Late Show, turns it out
De La Soul, turns it out
Black Sheep, you know they turns it out
And I'm ghost!