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Digital Underground
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Food Fight
Lyricist:Gregory Jacobs, T Jones
Game 11
This is a federal food fight (You better know it) That means we're callin' out all you kooks and crooks (What? We're about to rip this shit)
Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump (There's a party in here, baby) I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby (You better get down with this, baby)
We're about to sling hot food all over this piece (Just nothing but a food fight) Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever (Food fight) With the bacon and egg sandwich
You ain't bringing groceries, G, your groove is getting rude over records But can you sling the food like this? You better bite this, if you wanna make the people move like this Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger
Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate By itself, not including all my funky condiments Nod your head to this and duck down
As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe Yo, I'm illin', I'm slingin' melons like the felons are slangin' dope sacks So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light Either bring it or hide 'cause it's about to be a food fight
(You need something for the food fight) We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger
It's classic, slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic I counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks From brothers who might Tupac Fifty-seven black too hard but lots of flows
Fat like hippopotamus, still caught 'em though In the face with excrements, peep my testaments I bring the seasoning paprika Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Dribble up the funk in the beaker and, yes, about to say, 'Speaker' It leaks in your ears and years ahead I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls But I'm calling protocol, stop
(You need something for the food fight) We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger, come on (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill
(You need something for the food fight) Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over
Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie Gotta substitute the 'Ouch' for the 'Ooch' If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butt hell Substitute the 'Ell' for the 'Ole'
Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe up If you was what you ate, no fakin' My man Nate would be a plate of bacon My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat
My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things My rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wings It's quite simple, if true that my temple is wrecked I'd be some mushrooms and cognac
I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck bone Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler So come on with your food slingin' 'cause I'm ready Bring it shut up nigga, sing it
(You need something for the food fight) We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill
(You need something for the food fight) Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over
Bring the groceries Bring the groceries Bring the groceries
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