Digital Underground - Food Fight lyrics

[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)] This is a federal food fight (You better know it!) That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks (What?! We're about to rip this sh**) Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump (There's a party in here, baby) I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby (You better get down with this, baby) We're about to sling hot food all over this piece (Just nothing but a food fight!) Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever (Foood fiiiiiggghht) With the bacon and egg sandwich [Humpty Hump] You ain't bringing groceries, g Your groove is getting rude over records But can you sling the food like this?! You better bite this If you want to make the people move like this Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate By itself, not including all my funky condiments Nod your head to this and DUCK DOWN As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe Yo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melons Like the felons are slangin dope sacks So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light Either bring it or hide Cause it's about to be a food fight! [Chorus] (You need something for the food fight!) We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger (Gotta bring food to the food fight!) Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger! [Del] It's cla**ic Slapping brothers with some lettuce from jura**tic I counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks From brothers who might Tupac Fifty-seven black [????] and lots of flows Fat like hippopotamoes, still caught em though In the face with excrements, peep my testaments I bring the seasoning paprika Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer Dribble up the funk in the beaker And, yes, about to say ?speaker' It leaks in your ears and years ahead I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls But I'm calling protocol, stooop! [Chorus] (You need something for the food fight) We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger (Gotta bring something for the food fight) Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill (You need something for the food fight) Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries (Gotta bring food to the food fight!) Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over [Humpty] Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie Gotta substitute the ?ouch' for the ?ooch'! If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a bu*thell Substitute the ?ell' for the ?ole' Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe up If you was what you ate, no fakin My man Nate would be a plate of bacon My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat My girlfriend would be some super s**m and things My rich n***a Pac would be a lobster with hot wings It's quite simple, if true that my temple is wrecked I'd be some mushrooms and cognac I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck bone Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler So come on with your food slingin cause I'm ready Bring it ­ SHUT UP! n***a, sing it [Chorus] Bring the groceries