C-Mob - f** Wit Ya Head lyrics

Ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah We in the B room...I wish I had the A room... KMD H2o and this is how we go ("I don't really know but somebody said some musical rhythms can f** wit ya head") [H2O] Original recipe but not from Kentuky Bunch of nilla a** n***as throwing bolos like Rocky Pa** the ism and watch a n***a get risen Witcha pen to the pad I f** ya head up with this rythm, um With the phat sh** that make your f**in hat flip (Back)I can do the boogaloo black and then the full split Swingin the f with H20 and K.M.D Comin crazy mad looped for the ninteen nine three So tap the bottom of my forty and then pa** it I'd like to take this time to say peace to the ma**es We kicks the sh** to put the rump in your trunk cause We got the funk we got it We got the funk and don't forget it Taste the terror in ya area so check it Gets more wreck than Larry Davis undetected So pa** the philly so a n***a can get red By the way some sh** can f** wit ya head ("Some musical rhythms can") (Back up! Back up!) [Zev Love X] Step back you dilly stunts I'm illy more than once a day I'm rollin phily blunts till I'm really a silly dunce So don't f** around The X ain't glued tight Oh yeah I'll tell ya somethin, your drums ain't cued right I write with the crude light beam from a street lamp It's under the cherry moon To me that's a cheap tramp The drips from the bottle gettin hit from the back, kid The OE poster model gettin stuck like thumbtacks did sticker I'm sicker than the black plague I'm quicker To f** wit ya head like hard liquor, ooiiee Cold spin the U-ey, teks out the hatchback Gooey be the ba*tards, punch buggy black attack I wish to be, rich like daddy But when I bite into a york pepperment patty I'm batty I'm needing new frontier to conquor cause in rap there's more toys than Tonka Like a tumor or a rumor I'm finna spread Somebody said, some musical rhythms can f** wit ya head I don't really know but... Somebody said ? f** wit ya head! Check it out check it out check it out check it out f** wit ya head! Check it out, check it out, check it out, who's next n***a, time out [CMOB] DL DL! That's my name don't wear it out And all do respect, but get my dick out your mouth Your fiending your fiendin so I hit you with these dope Rhymes that I eject with the levels of the smoke The boom to the dome when a physical reacts I'm stronger than cooked c**aine, I mean crack Not condonin the usage of d**, or drug abuse The positive brothers with a charge, who needs a boost? I pop mad sh** cause there's enough to go around I stay on the DOWN with a chick cross town So all ya b**h take ya pills if ya know what's real And if ya know what's real, all ya b**h take ya pills I kick the fat sh**, and make it hard to handle If your bitin' on my dick, it makes you a cannibal Never simplistic, always realistic No you can't hit this so don't try the fit this (Check it) Let me bust off and dust it down with cement n***a from the 12 f**in wit ya head I'll Check it out check it out check it out check it out, check it out, f** wit ya head! I'll Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, f** wit ya head! I'll check it out! Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out yo, f** wit ya head! I'll check it out, check it out, f** wit ya head! [Subroc] Mr. Roc the co*k blocker, bullet blocker With the tears I give ya fears I'm the eardrum knocka Villian, I knocked 'em out to the head I used the 'chete so he didn't pull the bullet instead He knew I was the man standin there He ran with fear, and I troubled there I take ya girl ni**a Ya jealous ni**a I got the fellas and we're all runnin triggas Me and my black rugged time machine I bury kids, teleport to dream Have a seat yeah, sit right there In the electric chair, so I'll cut off ya hair Be out, no you can't get no cash back Ya get the back smack, yes my boys crack on ya a** Let me just slow down time And make some musical rhythms that f** wit ya mind Check it out check it out f** wit ya head! ..f** wit ya head! Check it out! f** wit ya head! ... "Musical rhythms can f** wit ya head!"