Prime Minister Pete Nice - The Lumberjack lyrics

"Ladies and gentlemen, here's the man! I mean the man! The sensational, the incomprible, the dynamic *Daddy Rich*" "You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" "Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x) [Pete Nice] Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go) Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low Freaking all the funk cause my man's a funk freaker Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker Sk**s on the hills so I guess he steals a crew If you're on his dick, don't fret, I'm on his dick, too Got a bag of tricks, but he ain't pulling rabbits Rabbits is endowed with the s**ual habits Took a long time in his room spinning records sh**'s going on, pumps fatter than a heifer Chop chop he go, chopping it up like Sam the Butcher Next thing you know the record chop like a hooker Hits on the table, yeah Rich with the quick hand Now understand this, he ain't the ordinary rap man Bring all the wizard in Brooklyn's chop shop Listen to the Lumberjack record go chop "You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" "Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x) Tell me, toss another record on the platter Have to see him swing it, swing it like a hook and ladder Mister ??? if you went up with only liquor Better keep your papes in your pocket or we vic ya Busting off shots in the backyard of Brooklyn Chopped by the hoes, only hoes that's good looking He move crowds overseas, even immigrants Seen him in his 300 Benz with the tints Think you want to step to the Lumberjack? That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks Could you place your a** in a DJ recepticle But a Lumberjack will just chop off your testicles You want to get with the master chopper? Better get a kung-fu to the little gra**hopper Heard your cuts and your cuts is kinda sloppy Better get your ticket, watch the Rich get choppy "You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" "Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x) Lumber, lumbar, Jack and I be nimble Hurt you like a whiffle ball and bring it to a sequel Shadows, shadows, know where Daddy Rich lurks Verse got a gold tut like Mrs. bu*terworth's You said he couldn't, but he said "I got wood" I think I can, I think I can, no I could Yell timber, cause your wood is slimmer Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave On the wax and vibrate like a ninja Mr. Daddy Rich to you, used to call him ??? Run and you're stumbling over stumps, so watch him fall Yes y'all, he got the sk**s to spin it So yo ho ho and a bottle full of Cisco Can't find the grooves in a spasm while I'm rhyming Up the track Lumberjack and on the darn timing "You know, a judo, a chop chop chop" "Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)