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Correct Sneakin' Up On Ya Lyrics
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Correct Sneakin' Up On Ya
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[Hook: Chip Fu] Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya [Verse 1: Poc Fu] Check the shit that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin' It's groovy; slammin' like my man Scottie Pippen Sly like a fox, I kick the shit that rocks I'm Golden with the Glove, but nice with the shots Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow (The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun Showin' gratitude, but my attitude is kind of rude I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar and Sit back and stare while I'm cha-cha-cha-charrin' Watchin' Boogie Down, when they used to put me down Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds Sparkin' like a welder, hunt ya like I'm Elmer Embarass your ass like jj does to Thelma Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don't touch the mic *whoosh whoosh whoosh* Yeah, I'm out like three strikes [Hook: Chip Fu] Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya [Verse 2: Chip Fu] My lovely and lengthy dreadlocks be roastin on an open fire Twisted tongue that's slippin' and lyrically limpin' At your Pinocchi- nose I'm budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad Budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty Sufferin' sucotash, spittin' my lyrics wild like D- Daffy So pass the blunt so I can really try to figure How I learned this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver Maybe way down upon a swampy river! Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon Ain't th- th- that- that somethi- ni- ning And then -n I found- fy-fuck-a-five feet of linen-en I pop eyes like Bluto, ah-how you like judo? Not Hong Kong Phooey, I chop like some suey Like doc Bruce Banner I got struck by gamma So don't- don't you cry- cry for me oh Susannah Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and your mamma That you got the right one, baby, eh-heh! I'm freakin' the stuttering style, black, just for one reason: I think it's wabbit, nah-uh duck season Wabbit season, duck season Wabbit season, duck season Wabbit season Awww shut up and button your lip, it's mc season dagnabbit And oohoohoohoohooh (whattup Chip?) I hate rabbits! (shhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip's about to drop a hot potato! 'Yumpin, 'Yimminy Jiminy Cricket kicks it Rugged and rough shit like this silly wabbit I got 'nuff tricks to kick, but I'll chill instead, 'cause What a wicked- what a wicked- what a wicked- style I, uhh, kicks it So, uhh, rugged, rugged, rugged, rugged Rough is how I flips it- flips it *hiccup* Crazy like a weirdo *cough* my flow's very ridiculous Like frosted Lucky Charms my shit is magically delishwish I'm a Chattanooga trooper spunky, a Punky Brewster Without no fi- foul ups, b- blunders, b- bleeps or bloopers So holla, pull up, rewind selector I huh huh, huh huh huh like Woody-dy Woodpecker Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle Catch me same b-b-b-bat time and b-b-b-bat channel [Hook: Chip Fu] Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya [Verse 3: Moc Fu] Arriba, arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba A new type of flow and I'll toast the ho, see-ya Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggas (yo niggas?) Yeah, my motherfuckin' niggas! The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows) No one knows Bo's but the M-O reads scrolls Kick dogg pound sounds from miles around When I *dog squeal* it vibrates your town Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T We sneakin' up on ya, watch your ass for nine-three [Hook: Chip Fu] Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya Sneakin' up, sneakin' up Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya
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