The Scabs (US) - T'uela Me La Pela lyrics

Now on the runway in la The girls be catching vapors and it's strictly hey hey And I say hey hey and they say who you And I say that I'm the man they callin mrs. Doodoo And they say why's that and I say well 'cause 'Cause all the good good loving mrs. Doodoo does And they say bullsh** and I say check my creds And when you're done checking I'll be all tucked into beds With your girlfriend so what you think about that And they say damnit Mrs. Doodoo how come you so whack I say it's easy for a man like me To give a girl a little extra TLC And they say ah ha and I say oomh mhoo And they say later Mrs. doodoo and I say later to you too And while I'm saying that you can check with this And here's a little something for you that you don't wanna miss You say whatever like you're so clever Well honey that and a dollar'll get you nowhere never Damn that's heavy check my chevy I'm strictly big boot banging baby down on the levy I'm like mambo when I jamma I'm like the hulk strictly radiating heavy duty gamma Radiation cross the nation Oh I can see you can't relate you're strictly into masturbation Work part time at the Guggenheim I write the whack pack rhymes then it's miller time Chilly chillin like Mathew Dillon Swillin ampicillin and k**in all the villians in my urine I'm from Port Huron I've got my cure on Hanging out in Charlottesville with Mr. Clive Van Buron Eaten Actifed to get up in my acid head You probably s** so much co*k 'cause you were bottle fed Yeah it's a pity and kind of sh**ty Being the head of the itty bitty titty committee Yo I'm nondescript slightly p**y whipped Undertipped I'm not but well equipped I am so Baby the tips the good stuff no this ain't no kid's bluff You got to eat your wheaties up so you can hang and hang tough Kid just pull your pants up yeah you little cricket Check the weiz we call the snizz and watch him get wicked This ain't no small co*k jam rock like woodstock No babe it's the booty shakin dancefloor breaking bomb rock Yeah you little cow chip you just might need a pink slip Give your self a fat lip eating all that bean dip We get the booty shaking hearts we be breaking Taking it to the limit gimmie that hash brownie your baking We got that groovy movie do it to me Suzie beat Busting out the club like it was f**ing easy street You know it's easy for the kid and it's easy for my crew To make up a jam so funky it'd make the wutang drool Not that we're better than the rest it's just that we're badder Than the best we are the Scabs the f**ing finger rocking freeform freak fest yes