DJ Q-Bert - Pregnant lyrics

[Verse 1] Madchild I make heads nod like a hot-rod with hydraulics The beer drinkin' rapper plastered like the alcoholics I smash kids that frolic or tip-toe through the tulips Smack a bowcat then whip his a** like an orange [?] With aggression I sanction on the mic Feel the pressure from the people frantic branded as the young gun professor Yes sir i'm fresher, i don't need to be a boaster But i'm the guy that's fly like the great space coaster One tough cookie, still a rookie with the kids To have all the girls feelin all the pockets in my pants? No, but I hope I can do the hokey-pokey Turn myself around, kid, cause I'm still f**ing broke [Scratch Hook] [Verse 2] Madchild Girls jock the way I rock this obnoxious concoction I'm swift with the gift to talking quick like at an auction The angry kid about to flip my lid and rock the cradle Try to battle, its suicidal, my style is fatal, so Strap on the wrist-straps I never kiss the piss-flaps When I rap I tap the bottle then I twist caps [?] but I be the better MC, cause my initials are official Artificial styles get me riled up and that's rough, pup Your stuff s**s and I get wild and its tough luck You space case Put mace in your face, no distortion I'm taking out kids on the mic like an abortion They're forcing these punk off the stage as they squeal But still, I'd like a real record deal [Verse 3] Q-Bert Its the motha with the f** and the mad nasty ba*tard Making sh** flip cause you knows we have to Call me Dred Scott cause I got nothin' ta lose When Q's on the ones and the twos Fools see me comin in the year of '94 So let me grab another Heiny from the store Enter the dragon if you're laggin' on the two-step Yeah You slept on the J to the D E F Guess its kinda easy when you're in the background But here's a new sound. Baby that I found So check the linguistics cause I'm sweet like lip stick And if the liquor's there, I'm going to get licked quick For real though, people just wanna f** your mind But I just have the beat, hit me two more times Cause its one for the treble, two for the Honda Civic If you don't know who this is, I'ma tell you who it is Its the Asian Caucasian from the [?] Make a lot of damn beats but I'm still flat broke So big up to my n***as of the B.S. crew Hey, crystal's in the house, yo, I thought you knew [Scratch Hook] [Verse 4] Madchild I'm dapper, smooth over the rough like a lapper '86 skater later turned into a rapper So, clap your hands to the beat vibe But my shoes are old news and iv'e got holes in my socks I rocks the mic swell in this group What the Hell Well here's a little story I've got to tell About two bad b-boys with big hopes and dreams Who drive across the country just to step on the scene I signed the dotted-line but I guess i'm a bust Because i've been livin' in my car for about 6 months Without a, pot to piss in Listen up to my story They didn't even think of saying sorry But back on track, to the fact, a record contract is usually black So if you got one, be prepared to get a lawyer Or you'll be up sh**'s creek without a paddle Oh yeah, its no joke my friends, so you must run Cause mama's [?] don't want you to get burned But me, I live for Hip-Hop so I'll keep rhyming and stuff And just remember my name Cause I'm a diamond in the rough [Scratches] Madchild