La Schmoove (Explicit) Lyrics
La Schmoove (Explicit) - FU-Schnickens
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
Yo when I was small they used to tease me
Because my hair was peasy hard and greasy
But now I'm living well like george and wheezy
So easy what does it yo
Is it because I'm rocking beats beats beats
Fu-manchu'n 'cause I'm doing what just had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear girls calling me hon
Give me hugs little peck mucho tongue lots of sex
Nuff respects to my bros that
Live on five-six street right
I'm smashing monster mashing boom
Bashing in a fashion
Which is wild now I smile
When I whip-lash mcs with my style
Call me cuckoo I'm making beaucoup bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared
To tear all mcs that are schmuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
As I soothe in the groove 'cause I'm smooth like Mr rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr wu no need to be rude but fu
'Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
Leave it to beaver'-arriva derci
Heavens to mercy ba fu sayanora
Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my fu-schnick shoe
Mr chip fu about to wreck shop
With the judo chop a judo chop a judo chop chop
Yo zilch kaput me nada none son
I don't think so so take a look at
A superfly big jimmy the honeynut cheerio bee
Ba schnicker bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that's all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I'm the big John elmer glue the elmer the fudd
Come like tongues lashes with the quickness
Moc and poc is my witness
Ask the kung about my tongue
And the styles that I brung instead
I'm the ali babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw boy wonder bread dread bum ba read
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head bum ba read
Mr chip fu's gon stay' di-di da-di-di dra-dread
You said I couldn't rap but I really wrecked shop
I pick up the mic drop a style
And pattern and fashion
And all mcs jaws drops down
My accent you're mocking my clothes you're clocking
Ripping mcs to smithereens to their
Ribbidy-diddiby-pippi long-stockings
So don't step to chip I'm on the la schmoove tip
You'll say drats I really failed again plus
He sank my babble-ship
So oooh s**t g wa-wa or biscuit
Rip it and be specific doin' it
Terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-chitty bang-bang pepé le pew pepé le pew
La schmoove yo I ain't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
Now here I go once again with the ill flow
Other mcs that rap their style is so-so
Phife dawg was never
The type that ever lacked skills
I just stay true to my roots
And then I get ill
Twenty years of age but yet I still seek knowledge
And this year was so-called my senior year in college
But I chose to pursue in a field called music
And with some hype beats and breaks
You know I won't refuse it
Get on the board lay down the track
And I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen pass the pad and I'll kick nuff raps
Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss
And it won't be tony danza nor diana ross
As small as I am I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle and step but yet I still slam
Not trying to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write it's my delivery
Name one rapper that you know
Who has this high-strung voice
My name's malik and I'm unique in other words top choice
Nothing commercial 'bout this it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want do you want more
Because I got more in store
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
Mc the shining one aka the golden child
I have a grin at times but then throw up
A fake smile
Vaseline intensive care don't fear mon frere
Sak pase everybody that rappin' g pull his hair
Back in the groove it's no way you can handle this
S**t so fly that you can call it scandalous
'Cause I manifest in words that I'm preaching
Unleashing you now seek the sounds that I'm teaching
I hear not see not knots to makes butts rock
I rides rhythm to the beginnin then won't stop
The chinese son of sam the skipper's peter pan
The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the east
Releasing a new type of lyrical lingo
Single the alarm the girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date so you know I won't expire
No skippin a weekly check so I don't have to retire
Write the ca-pital mo
Chip fu with the kung-fu givin shouts on my show
Ir-regular styles is here too
Tripped boo-boo you first made a mistake
Not alexander but considered to be great
Great but like the grape ape
Fake the moves and your ankles I will break
Break or broken the mo has spoken
Movements on the slick taking the train you need a token
I guess not 'cause you pause for the 'cause
You either biting your nails or start picking straws
Holy mick I'm living large just like trunk jewels
Nuff respects to many minds ah-owwwwee
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
La schmoove yo we don't got nothing to prove
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