Common Sense - Two Scoops Of Raisins lyrics

Yo man, I'm hungry man Hey what chu want man? You want some breakfast or somethin'? I want a lil' lil' somethin' yeah yea milk and cereal or somethin' Somethin' man! Just a little breakfast food ya know? Mm I don't know man (ay) let's see what I got in my cabinet Hold on let me see what I got in my cabinet Somebody hit me with a little, baseline or groove, knamsayin'? Yeah, breakfast food, uh When you wish When you wish Upon a star Upon a star To follow what? To follow what? And where you are! And where you are! Party over here, party over there Where? Look! I made ya look, ya dirty crook Then picked your pocket, watch me book Like Guinness I'm a menace, so call me hip-hop's Dennis So open wide, and say (ah) And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat, and watch ya choke On the uh the ah the uh the daddy long-stroke Stroke Long Daddy Money, if my name was Sunny I'd share a scoop, runnin' sh** like Rebels You can call me Barney, cause I took your Fruity Pebbles Dibble like an office on Top Cat, top that, I'm fat troop Drop the loop, then a scooper hoop ya like a hula To school a fool I present, a church to repent I get you Guess'n like jeans, you're just a hill of beans I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick The razzmatazz oh please oh please just give me just one more blast I get off like Prince, but I don't have to show my a** Pa** the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped With your handicapped pa** route, and "Tales From the Crypt" I whip on that a** like base ba-bay The Sense is good-goobley-goo, ask Gravy Or LaMont, or Rollo, down at the, Apollo Come follow me now (BO! Where's Sue?) I don't know Even En Vogue, be tellin' me ya don't go When it's time for show (yea) everyone says Ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't be a slider Cause I never slip, kick it like a Damme Van flip So don't come with your judo, cause you're just a Menudo Emcee gettin' chewed like vegetables Ah cabbage is a cabbage, a lettuce is a lettuce I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps I bust raps, perhaps caps, and trap the wack tracks Givin' the max, for the minimum, not the minimum for the max Get more s** than Wilt the Stilt so you can call me the Stiltest You're takin' shorts like Arnold, so what chu talkin bout, Willis? Bout Willis? Yeah Willis Willis ain't talkin' about nothin'! It's Different Strokes Let's get back to um, breakfast foods Because it's, early in the mornin' Well you can have your Wheaties You can have your Flakes You can have your Kix And you can have your Trix You can have your Pound cakes You can have your Loops But you still gotta get your Two Scoops! To keep the hot raw, I'm rollin', rollin' Bowlin' spare me! Fuss ya hushed mouth mush Lush alcohol's excessive like a Jefferson Movin' on up, progressive One time for your brain, cell And when I get through, you say, aw hell man! Styles that I free won't, stop til the end Paper I go on and go on with the pen Get a max of funk, attack or sunk *huff, huff* One blow, and emcees are gone with the wind Kickin' the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime, summer rhyme I'm a dime a dozen, but I keep you buzzin' Like a bee, a dozen attempts is in the toilet Cause I flush the dime and I'm not a Leader Cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme If I kick with Rakim, you +Run For Cover+ brother But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just another mother (s**er) Blo' Pop time (it's Blo' Pop time) It's Blo Pop time (it's Blo' Pop time) In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico It's seven, not six, my shirt extra-large But I wear, I wear I wear it well like DeBarge To the finish, makin' ya eye pop, like you ain't spinach Then it's, time to let you know We count it up, one two three and fo' Uh! Count it up Nah we gon' count it down Nah man, we're gonna count it up Mm, let's get back to that umm, food tip though, the breakfast tip Food tip? Well you just check Cause you know what we need What can I have? You can have your Life You can have your Bran You can have your Puffs You can have your Pebbles You can have your Krunch And you can have your Loops But you still gotta get your Two Scoops! Around and round and upside down and upside down we go Whoa! I'ma sneak in the front row Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on skid row I don't wear Monie's hat, but I was a monkey in the middle Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit I take a squat, and booty M-C's be sayin' oh sh**! Yo, I turn Bucktown into f**town You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown With the next point to the next joint, so tell Spike about it I'm all that, that your b**h be writin' home about it Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah! This could be love, but um, don't let em fool ya Cause when I do ya, come down come down after me come Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but um, I gotta run Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive I'm down with the B-boys, f** the Jackson 5 You jive-a** turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, hurt me Or urk me, cause see I'll outsmart you like the Urkel B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a circle Pa** the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't know? I want to go bang, I said, bang-o, bang-oh bang-oh Or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw Hip-hip, hooray, oh now you want to be all lovable? Don't push or pull, or you'll see, I'ma wreck it out MC's be checkin' in but they don't be checkin' out I leave em out on the canvas So click your heels twice and take your a** back to Kansas