Too Phat - Bla Bla lyrics

Intro (Yo mic checker 1, 2, 2-3 like Jordan Gurlies who love us flashin' like Gordon Some of them morons, who look like Gorgons We scared of monsters, so beg your pardon) What! Verse 1 (Reefa) Who wants to know who droppin' rhymes that you be pumpin'? It'll be the undisputed king of hip-hoppin' Droppin' some funky lyrics for all of the peeps here To mark the return of the 'R' into the atmosphere Now peep the flow as we bring up the pace a little bit higher The home team Joe and Mista Malique bringin' an extra playa To face ya, amaze ya wit the style and grace ya Makin' ya stop to think and say... Malaysia kalakimasuka? But check it, all the intensity from there to be Be runnin' roun in your memory the legacy that's comin' up to be Number 1, 2, 3 in the industry but then you see It's clear to me hip H-O-P ain't priority but y'all can't see (Can i get a what what?) (Malique) Skoo that ,you know Malique ain't the type to be do that Never gotta be beggin' to woo cats My style is makin' 'em hoo' rats hollerin' who dat? who dat coo cat? The one who be doin' your boo wet My duet ain't never get boo'd at It's true that I'm makin' a rule that anybody battle me gonna get blue black Chorus We the type of people who like to bla, bla, huh We the type of people who like to bla, bla We the type of people who like to bla, bla, huh We the type of people who bla bla bla, bla We the type of people who like to bla, bla, huh We the type of people who like to bla, bla We the type of people who like to bla, bla, huh Just grab the microphone and go bla, bla, bla, bla Verse 2 (Joe flizzow) Now your stop babblin', see you fools be stutterin' jabberin' Your flow be fumblin' staggerin' while my travellin like javellin' It's funny seein' y'all scatterin' at first y'all wanna be battlin (Malique) ay Joe, please stop the batterin'..aight? (old skool) Check it boy one time for your mind As I take you back to the old skool You gotta know your roots dont act a fool Because that is the perfect tool (Joe Flizzow) My flow be levitatin' yours be hesitatin' I rock amazin' blazin' while your phrasin' constipatin' You frontin' when you nuttin' ain't that some'n little punk? You yappin' and you braggin' while you rappin like you drunk You lookin' like a chump kid in your baggy gear Tryina hit on Nadia, her sista and Alia And when you see me near, you screamin' mama mia So see ya when I see ya and I wouldn't wanna be ya Chorus Verse 3 (Reefa) Anybody wanna step to this come along and just clap to this Master this, pasteurs to the methodist, throwin up fast to burn yourself like acid is Blasphemous, wanna be Too Phat wanna be B.I.G like Notorious Wanna rock the house like Morpheus, another one bites to dust Like angel dust, without a fuss, pick another microphone and start to bust Get on the bus and bounce wit' us 'cause all the rest get burnt to dust, cuz' (We the type of people who like to bla, bla but still Make the honeys go goo goo ga ga) (Malique) Now check my rocket flows I addict you like a pack of those Sticks made outta paper that wrapped over tabacco But they kinda make you broke and po' but smoke it mo' Wit' lips that are gifted, spit flows that are wicked More tricks get addicted, more chick chicks wanna get wit' Malique lickin' all em criticts, huh I'm makin' 'em sound proper So people can bounce bounce tah They jumpin' around round tah Now who be the playa? duh... Huh, I heard your raps ain't about a damn thang Like chicken wings and onion rings in Burger King y'all numsayin' It's all a shame, y'all sold the game, y'all sellouts better stop hollerin' Stop modellin', go grab some powder, perfume and some deadorant We botherin'? But you gotta get it harder man Well, oh yeah one thang, wanna beg your pardon man Last night when the party end, didn't know your boo got a man (Mista Malique he likes to bla, bla Joe Flizzow he loves to bla, bla That kid Reefa he always bla, bla Phat Family we bla, bla, bla, bla) Chorus Malique (Yo yo whut tha deal baybeh, it's Malique from Too Phat Just chillin' in the studio wit' my partner Joe Flizzow And my partner Reefa, I see my man G-soul sittin' over there Wit' the groove, you know we keepin' it smoove, yo we out.) Outro (mic wrecker 5,6-7 eleven Gurlies who hate us can go to heaven)