Dead on It歌词

Riding in my
Thunderbird on the freeway
I turned on my radio to hear some music play
I got a silly rapper talking silly **** instead
And the only good rapper is one that's dead on it
Uh, dead on it, shall we go back?
Yeah, let's go
Negroes from
Brooklyn play the bass pretty good
But the ones from
Minneapolis play it like it oughta should
A magnum fro is better when you got a poof on it
And the to and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it
Funky dead on it
Uh, dead on it, on it
Shall we go back?
Let's goThey're dead on it, wow
See the rapper's problem
Usually stem from being tone deaf
Pack the house then try to sing
There won't be no one left on it
Parking lot's on fire, brothers peeling out of the town
They say in disgust, they singing their guts
Rapping done let us down
You got to be dead on it, dead on it, dead
All the sisters like it when you lick 'em on the knees
Don't believe me?
NoTry it once then stop, they'll be begging
Please, please, please
Shoo be doo wa, dead on it
What does that have to do with the funk?
Nothing, but who's paying the bills?
If you don't wanna lick my knees,
I'm sure your mama will
Uh, 'cause we, 'cause we, 'cause we dead on it
De-de-dead on it, on it
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
My bed's a coffin,
Dracula ain't got **** on me
My nickname's hell's-a-popping,
I'm badder than the wicked witch
I got a gold tooth, costs more than your house
I got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouse
They dead, they dead on it
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the three
You know, you know,
I'm busy, to scizzy
Can't nobody **** with me'
Cause I'm dead, on it, dead, on it, on it on it