Hip-Hopola-The Goats

歌手 : The Goats

专辑 : ¿Do the Digs Dug?

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:42

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TXT Hip-Hopola-The Goats 文本歌词

Hip-Hopola - The Goats

Written by：The Goats/J. D'Angelo/M. Boyce/W. Braveman/P. Ternay/M. Stoyanoff Williams/Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo/Oatie Kato

Ladies and gentlemen

There are seven acknowledged wonders of the world

You are about to witness the

To the

Tic toc on my clock

You know my swatch is tickin'

A finger licking on my fingers

Count the suckers vicin'

Should I be wishing

That I'm sitting

While the others missin'

The rhyme is hitting

Now I'm dissing

All the suckers hissing

The beat breaks

So you know

The beat is being broke

I awoke to find another

Record being soaked

Should I hope and take a chance

At being ton loc

Or should I freeze

Or in the winter wear a big coat

I got it goin'

So you know I keeps it goin' on

The madd is flowing

So you know I rocks it to the morn

I'm steady tearing

While the others steady being torn

The rhyme is forgone

So you been forewarned

I'll kick it quick

And keep the point sharp

Like a drill bit

I write the rhymes

I got em' throwin fits

Now you can wonder

How I rock the mic

So swift just ask King Britt

He'll say it's just a gift

I'm clocking props from the pops of the hip hops

Non stop

I'll never drop

From the knock knocks

I think not well a lot have fizzed to pop rock

It's hard to cop

When your socks

Are locked up in knots

It's kinda crude

Kinda rude

Yo like ain't it dude

They fed ta food

And ya moved

To a fatty groove yeah ya sued

But ya lose

'Cause they left ya nude

It's hard to prove

When you choose

To ignite the fuse

I'm scoopin' tunes

Like a spoon

In some ice cream

The punks feen

What I mean

Is that they are unclean

They steady bite

Being trite

About some blue jeans

I've never seen

But I been around the scene

I keep it silly

Kinda chilly

When my tongue swings

When I'm down

I make a sound

A kinda ding ding

I never sing

But I bring a groovy thing

To my group

Yeah the troop

In which I cling

If the jim it is inside ya

Then ya know where oatie's at

The funkee music junkee jonesin'

For rhymes like it is crack

Crack of either kind

It is somewhat addicting

Like the material greed

And the dollars doing dickin'

Sticking to the riffing

Of the money

Grubbers picking

If ya got outs ta sell then then ya just hoe'ing

And tricking not like halloween

But like that little house in Texas

And here ya thought a ho was just one of the sexes

Record reps perplex us

By signing the signers so this is a blurb

For all those

Who carry a binder no pager

No papes no jism in the drapes

No sam goody

Shelving their cd's or their tapes

Sticking to the hip hop

Like it's true

As a smoker

Watching the rise and fall

Of some vanilla faced joker

We hear it from the green bloods

We hear it from the duckers

Who are selling outs

To some wack rap buying suckers

Ya got a little sick

With a wheeze and a cough

Ya took a step to the cliff

Then ya tripped and ya fell off

The goats are cuttin' throats

Traveling misogynic

'Cause that's the way we like

It funky frenetic