Professor Booty lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Professor Booty lyrics [Into] MCA- Yo I don t hang out with those guys, man I aint got nothing to do with those dudes. Adrock- Man I saw your female with too, whats up wit her? Mike D- I hear that she s been giving that stuff out to all them graffiti guys. MCA- Yo shut the fuck up chico man! Adrock- I d paint three of those murals for some of that ass. Mike D- Professor, whats another word for pirate treasure? Professor- Why I think it s booty [verse1] [King Adrock] Yes, I got more bounce to the fucking bumpin And you wanna know why because I m mother fucking truckin I m in the pocket just like Grady Tate I got supplies of beats, so you don t have to wait Cuz I m the master blaster, drinking up the shasta My voice sounds sweet cuz it hasta So light a match to my ass cause I m blowin up I d like thank you people for just showin up But now I want y all to move it Put your point on the floor and just proove it Said I m smurfin not rehearsin , getting live y all A little puffy so you know what I m doing right Cuz that s the kind of frame of mind I m in I got this feelin and it s back again So don t touch me, cause I m electric And if you touch me you ll shocked!(echoes out) [verse 2] [Mike D] You got, you got, you got, you got, you got You got the boomin system but it s blastin out doo Do you think it s chocolate milk, but it s watered down YOO-HOO I been through many times for which I thought I might lose it The only thing that saved me, has always been music We got our studio, it s under the G It s no question lifes been good to me Cuz life aint nothing but a good groove A good mix tape to put you in the right mood Said, this one goes out to my man the groove merchant Coming through with beats, for which I been searchin Like two sealed copies, of expansions I m like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions The logo I sport is the face of the monkey Union made, Ben Davis quality it s no junk see My chrome is shining, just like an icicle I ride around town in my low-rider bicyle!(echoes out) [verse 3] [M.C.A] So many wack m.c s, you get that T.V. bozak Aint even gonna call out your names cuz ya so wack And one big oaf, who s faker than plastic A dictionary definition of the word spastic You shoulda never started something you couldn t finish Cuz writing rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach I m bas ass, move ya fat ass, cuz your wack son Dancing around like you think your Janet Jackson Thought you could walk on me to get some kinda walk I ll pull a rug out from undereath your ass as I talk on I ll take you out like a sniper on a roof Like an m.c. at the fever in the d.j. booth With your head phones strapped, ya rocking rewind pause Trying to figure out what you to do to go for yours But, like a pencil to a paper I got more to come One after another you can all get some So you better take your time, and meditate on your rhyme Cuz ya shit ll be stinking when I go for mine And that s right y all Don t get uptight y all You say shit when I bite, when I write y all And that s wrong y all Over the long haul You can t cut the mustard when fronting it on,it on (echoes out) song lyrics