Too Phat - Whutthadilly (Original Demo Mix) lyrics

(Intro) Too Phat... we comin' out like that '99 it's on Word is bond (Chorus) Whutthadilly, what? Whutthadilly, what? Whutthadilly, what? Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what? (Verse 1 - Malique) Aiyo silly... you the King of Rap now rilly? But still I'll snatch your crizzown eventually You say wa**appenin' I scream back, yo whutthadilly? Me and Joe, just the two of us like Big Willy We be rilly silly, corny, funny, and naughty Special shoutout to Lil' Boogie and b**boo Shorty Crack a forty now while I'ma tell a story Metaphoric expository allegories Derogatory or maybe I can make it mushy Moshi moshi baby come and hoochie koochie wit' me Boogie woogie wit' me groove wit' no commotion My rap styles will make honeys move like locomotion Your boyfriend says that rapper's one helluva fella Makin' my gurlie spin like a helicopter propeller Too Phat, my rhymes need a liposuction Malique and Joe, now you can skip the introduction (Chorus) Whutthadilly, what? (Tell 'em what we all about) Whutthadilly, what? (Gotta show 'em what we got) Whutthadilly, what? (Hip hiphop you don't stop) Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what? Whutthadilly, what? (Tell 'em what we all about) Whutthadilly, what? (Gotta show 'em what we got) Whutthadilly, what? (Joe and Malique you don't stop) Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what? (Malique) Attention, attention, can I have your attention please? Wack emcees drop to your knees Sit back and learn how to make the ladies scream I reign supreme like Prince Naseem, nahmean? (Verse 2 - Joe Flizzow) Whutthadilly? Eat jelly, play witcha belly b**boo feelin' lonely? Call me on my celly Baby we can disco, coffe in a Bistro Maybe catch a plane and we go honeymoon in Frisco (Jiggedy Jizzoe wit' tha Flizzow) Yeah, I used to grow an afro Till all the honeys sayd, ah man, I hate your hair bro! So now I'm baldy, be hunky and funky Rockin' microphones and makin' people jumpin' monkeys Jungle junkies, baboons, orang utans Your style goes mine comes like a boomerang (So you say you keepin' it real?) Nah, I'm just keepin' it right You claimin' hardcore soundin' like a transvestite Wannabe gangsta rapper cause you got the gore But can't even say 'she sells seashells by the seashore' So whut the beef for? Playa? Now whutchu got? Just grab the mic and make it ha hot ha ha hot (Break) (Verse 3 - Malique) Ay baby bubba, wanna get down wit' a hip hopper? Your momma calls me son but you can call me poppa Baby bite a BK Whopper b**boo bop your head and stuff And when you crack and wreck your neck you know you had enuff Wiggedy what the diggedy dilly what the diggedy dilly what? You actin' siggedy silly I'll give you a coco bu*t What the heck? Cut the crap, let me rock the discotheque Abd now you overdoses wit' the raps that I inject (Who supercalifragilistic?) Yeah, now you know it's me And everybody in the party wanna get wit' me Cause I'm the illest, baddest disco voodoo dadda And if you wanna bust a move then b**boo make it proper (bounce, bounce, bounce, like the man from the big VA I ain't got all day, shorty better swing my way) Now shake whutcha momma gave you wit' full stamina Even if it's a fake girl, just shake 'em like Pamela (Repeat chorus)