H Nasty Bamboo Shoots - Gotta Groove lyrics

[DJ Oatmeal] La-Z-Boy back and enjoy yourself Cause just like soy, Oatmeal's good for your health Says your physician, 4 Broz 2nd edition on a mission 4th floor office door sign says we're out fishin' And I spread it on thick, like grandmas canned jam I'm back in the saddle like the Son of Sam I am an appliance designed to drop science My bill paying sk**s is what keeps me financed Bringing tracks back to life like Solomon Grundy And I cut up a rug like it's a dame and I'm Bundy This groove's got the back that makes you shake your tush Fat Ba** line's thicker than George W's Bush Ladies on the dance floor: we know you wanted more We're back on the wax- and it's time settle the score Our funk's a work of art -and it's hanging in The Louvre When the patrons walk past it - you know they bust a move [Hook] Cause I gotta, gotta gotta, gotta groove right now! [H nasty Bamboo Shoots a.k.a. Tangerines] I'm farting out rhymes all over your face I'm the Rapping Detective, and I'm wrapping up this case If you lost your daugher, I can help you find her Phantom Menace puts the case files in a 3-ring binder There's no need to call an ambulance You're not covered in ants, there's no hot soup in your pants I'm just slamming these rhymes down hard Like Larry Nance When I get up on stage, you're going to stand up and dance [Tangerines and DJ Oatmeal] We rhyme with speed - nah, we don't fatigue Members of the Poetic Justice League Tangerines and Oatmeal got nothing left to prove We're a great a breakfast combo for those who got to groove [Hook] [Tangerines] Wine and condoms - all you need at a picnic Let me flick you a quick tip - you can't handle this dick, kid You're flaccid - I cum miracles on ice like Lake Placid Shoot it in your eyes - it blinds like battery acid Oh? I got you pregnant? Well, isn't that tragic? Take my advice and go get an abortion And don't you dare ask me to pay my portion 'Caue I can't, cause I won't Cause 4 Broz is back at the club Making all the girls moist and all the guys get chubs Doing hip hop dances like Coach Z and Bubs Now stop bothering me about child support! [Hook] [DJ Oatmeal] Screams peel for Oatmeal and they always be pesterin' Pull a Charleston Heston, fire my Smith and Wesson And I got a round left for a lucky-feeling punk Shatter you like gla** on a O'Neil dunk 3 sheets to the wind, half mast already gone His partial got court martialed, twas illegal public schlong Saruman ain't on the chronic, he's hooked on phonics He got a B+ in pleasure from The the School of Hedonics Now it's me and Tangerines and we're on the scene and Gotta Move to this groove like you were bustin' a Keaton The Times headline's got the full details: "Oatmeal f**ed up the track like a penny on the rails"