Phife Dawg - Let the Horns Blow lyrics

[Dres] Yo! One for your mother, two for your pops Three's for the n***as that's trying to k** the cops So whether the Black Sheep are here, with the corner for the car D-R-E-S so yes I guess it back and watch the Dres get raw In transition, a pubic hair I can't stand I tell your momma "I love you" if you thought my style was missing My Snoopy, Droopy, Casper, a punky You're rolling with Dres, the Black Sheep, that says my brother's freaking Funky I know you want to test me, but but but please don't try to sub me Cause when but forever you get to snuff me Beretta to your head and yo you'd better be on your jet ski I could never be The Ruler but like Rick I say I'm slick You're just a backwards kid, excuse me I meant to say a dik So now you got beef and broccoli or is it co*kolli? But we got time, we keep 18, or yet two nines So let the horns blow cause you know that you're just a barking dog Bluff all along, prince now a frog Don't play post, because we both know you're kellogs [Dove] I be the drama so watch the Wonderama Catch a dips hips sweeter when I call her "mamacita" Not a lover, a fighter, no need to loving these see Didn't like the Brady Bunch, for many years I had a hunch Living like the Givens, big thanks for big banks I'm sticking like a dish swordfish when I shanks Maximum is maximized, minimum is none You want to shoot the breeze, please, pa** the peas my pig is done Not the vigilant, or walk with a slant Want to hit the "Yes I Can Can" and never say I can't I wear the Neil Diamonds and f**s what Simon says Had to freaks the fat so I cuts some from my dread But back, again they come, just a little sooner to Become one nation under the groove Oh I feel the Clinton, soothing me like Lipton Tea, and it's definitely under the groove I'm feeling kind of hot but like my man Rowdy Piper Raining with the raps so hit the window wiper Tired of y'all brothers going from a cipher Don't baby sip the bottle or I hit you with the diaper Never toke or smoke, I don't even own a lighter If it's any pipe I'm lighting, it's the pipe that goes inside of her Check the ??? boy as I ride or break time from the rhyme Cause I'm back and out of sight of [Fashion] Snort up a kilo, better s** than Rio Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum I smell props, hit 'em hard, and then I cum Love to eat a skin, but first I inspect it Not a crim-im-im-inal, got a record, go and check it Or you can get ate up, pa** me a plate of A little seafood, I find a phone and ring a date up So never start a track without Beatnuts on the list Brothers buck shots from point blank and still miss Middly miss, middly miss, why would I ever diss? Fiddle or fight or peace and for for it fists Ayo Huggy Bear, do your manager, do your damage I'll let you tell the story but first get you a bandage Cause you can go for MILES and MILES and MILES and Talk more tracks than the dog doo doo piles and Kennel, I say when'll, or when he stop Let me see your girl and better believe those drawers will drop It's getting freaky, a Beatnut thing that is Let the horns blow because that's what time it is [Phife] Yo! Doggy doggy jivin', guess who's next? The 5 foot a**a**in with the microphone check I'm all that and more cause there never was comp Play Mr. Bad and you shall get stomped I had a head full of hair, but I kept all my rhymes A brother from Queens and yo I always gets mines No shorts are being taken, no not this year The Phife Dawg is here so you'd better beware Concieted? I guess it's something like that Cause God don't make no jokes so I know I ain't wack So relax and chill, sit your booty still Or just take loss like the Buffalo Bills But when I'm called the Phifer, how many times have you heard that? s**ers walk around talking bout they can burn that Soft MC, he can't be talking to me Cause I'm far from a wuss and I never was a puss I grab the mic, MC's start to get petrol Cause there's no MC like Phife, like those who fight progresso Open your back, not give you no slack, see what I'm saying son? There more to this here than being short, dark, and handsome Messing with my lady, you know that's a no-no Why? Because you can't mess with my Yo-Yo You know that I'm the one, you know that I'm the boss I'm in there (Like the Dove?) No, like Franco ?Source? [Chi-Ali] Well it's me Chi-Ali and I'm the last to spark, yo Everywhere I go I get stalked by NARC And TNT just can't understand You see a brother with gear, a beeper, and in his pocket a grand But enough of that, let me break it down We are all black brothers on a quest, yes we do have soul Some of us are hoein', some are on the positive road Me, I'm hoein', on the mic I'm flowing With the tongue and we are positively growing Now when I'm in a battle, I just be having fun But competition be so scared that they be whitling come Now ou heard me flow to a nice tempo so, let the horns blow