Utfo - Mo' Ba** lyrics

[ Doctor Ice ] We slay Put the Mix-Master on the fader And the rhythm of the cuts are always up to data Boy, it means nothin if we're rockin the place Without the tremble of the tweeter and the presence of the ba** Mo' ba**! [ Doctor Ice ] No-now-now-now-now... N-n-n-now when I say ba**, not the base of the pipe (You mean the ba** of a drum?) Yo, that type of ba** drum Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc) Now that that's straight it's my turn to rock Listen to the lyrics that the Doc expresses on the wax You can't compare cause I'll (wax) and (tax), so max If for some reason I lose my space That's cause I can't (feel the ba**) Understand? Walk this way cause here's the way we'll be walkin Brooklyn style is the way we'll be talkin And if you ain't with it, without a doubt By some (brothers) from (Brooklyn) you'll (get) stomped (out) (That's right) It's time to get stupid and cold serve the place B-Fine.. (What's up, Doc?) Mo' ba**! (Okay) As I was writin this rhyme I had to make it worth while For my brother Jalil Whodini style Servin left to (right) right to (left) And it's mandatory the Doc must be (def) As I swing my rhythm to the beat of the drum If you can't catch my lyrics, just hum And yo, if you can't feel the ba** don't jump on my case Full Force.. (What Doc?) On ba** more ba** [ *Mix-Master Ice scratches* ] (Ba**) [ The Educated Rapper ] It's a concentrated ba** that's heavy and poundin Covered with a blanket of vocals that are astoundin Receivin strenght for my medulla oblangata Injected in a circular platter Resent about a feeling, a deja-vu It's the untouchable Force (cold) comin at you With a quantity of ba** that will make your box boom Make your heart pump, make you tremble and zoom And you couldn't replicate it even if you were us It's the Educated Rapper M.D. plus (And the girl that bobs her knobs, you'll get a bonus) After you been taken you might wanna phone us And give us your opinion of this hellafied medley With interlude and -mission it's twice as deadly The people love the menu revolvin in my head Somehow I feel it's up to me to keep em well fed (What's your name?) D.M. Reppar Detacude

(Yo, what's that?) That's my name spelled backwards I'm buggin (you be illin) Back to boggle, baffle, bewilder, beat Any opposition that would like to compete Time has gone by and it's become repetitive Most records I hear are competative But it's time to put the ball into swing And present you with a sample of a different thing A drum track that's as hard as the ghetto Makes you wanna frolic like sheep in the meadow Jump back kick, back and relax The perpetuity of my voice is reachin the max Combined with the rhythm that's truly volcanic No need to worry, no need to panic Cause we possess the element to put a smile on your face And it's free imports with ba** [ *Mix-Master Ice scratches* ] (Ba**) [ The Kangol Kid ] No matter how good you are, there is someone greater And since I'm greater you'll become my spectator You'll watch my every motion You're nothin but a fish inside my ocean When it come to swimmin I'm a deep sea diver Some are live but I am liver I hate to see anyone expressin doubt He who speaks first will first find out Those that have ruled in the past are gone I am now your leader, lord Djengis Khan Demandin more ba**, why? Because you said you would I'm a vicious and delicious individual Ladies compare me to a lollypop I'm not a s**er, I'm a s**ee but let me stop If you're anything like me, then you got taste So what are you looking for? (More ba**, more ba**) So don't let no one say nothing wrong in your face There's more of us than of them and we demand more ba** It has nothing to do with you, it's just that we call the shots If you want a explanation of the women I got Is that a rapper is supposed to be a person that rhyme (When he's rhymin) you're supposed to have a really good time (And if you're not) it mean that you're not really havin a ball Then the rapper probably wasn't really a rapper at all (More ba**) nothin primitive, I mean recent In other words I mean, raps flowin decent The beat has got to be the best, it can't be nothin shady The bigger the beat, the better the ba**, baby Yo man Do somethin [ *Mix-Master Ice scratches* ] (The Mix-Master) More ba**, more ba**