Orange Monkey - Chippy Chipper lyrics

Hey, dis' is da' ghetto chipmunk. 'n I'm here to tell you that 'chu better recognize hoe! I might just have to kick yo' a** in to da' next week if you try 'n front what I'm talkin' about. Word Rraaaapp. Damn n***a! - I think dat sh** registered on da' Richter scale. hehehehe - Richter scale, I got your Richter scale right here you hoe lickin' two timin, two dolla' s**in' foo! - foo? Foo? Oh what you think you Mr. T now? I'm gonna get 'chu foo. Hehehehaha. - man, f** you n***a' I'll kick you in'ta next week like da' two dolla' hoe you is. Or more like, two-dollar hoe yo' momma is. - oh no you didn't just call my momma a two-dollar hoe. - yea, I did just call yo' momma a two-dolla' hoe, just like yo' sista' too. ehehahaha. - man f** dis' n***a, I don't need none of yo' sh**. - alright den n***a, go ahead, leave, yo' a** smell funny anyway. Hehhehh. Rraaappp Hey gringo b**h, if yo' a** wouldn't a been such a hoe, sleepin' around wit every other mother f**in man that came around, 'n getting some jungle bootie lovin every time you heard the word "s**". 'n getting' up 'n partyin' n' drinkin 'n sh** 'n thinkin yo so goddamn pretty 'n beautiful. 'n dat' every motha f**a loves you. ya' know what you can do? You might'a been smart or somethin', you could go ta' college 'n get a degree, but naaww your just plain 'ole stupid. Know what I'm sayin? West side! Damn n***a! Dat' n***a be rippin up some sh**. Know what I'm sayin? Damn uhh (breathing in 'n out) Luke Look at me everybody. I'm a little ballerina. Hey, I'm a little ballerina! (pretend banjo sound) rrraaaaappp. Yea