Rob Swinga - Yabadabadoo lyrics

Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone Diggedy da-di-la-di-da-di, baby there's a party But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body And I can never pa** up a chance to romance them Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome So money take a tip if you flip and you slip You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb And if my hottie smokes the sh** I'll kick her to the curb Every morning breakfast in bed is served Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes Shot em all dead when they try to test So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M So can I get a shout Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out Yabadabadoo Verse Two: Chubb Rock Wow look at the size of his chest Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home Before the little kitten throws a stone The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism s** the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set Caught nuff wreck The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn I cram to understand the plan ma'am I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow For a strong sequel word up to the people The people; you mean power to them While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha He's buzzing, cummin at cha And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics While I kick it and you hear it Even Helen Keller word up can hear it From the rustler lyrical hustler The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster Yabadabadoo Verse Three: Rob Swinga Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad Chew up a s**er like a stick of gum And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done I'm nifty powerful like an M-60 And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would And I swing a ho in bed like a swinga should When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the s** And style or position is my selection But I won't play without my contraception Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill If worse comes to worse then I use no frills So check it check it check it check it check it one two Yabadabadoo