a baby, man I'm a baby, I'm just a baby, man and mister doodle? (I'm just a baby too) and miss mecca (I'm just a baby, man) and mister silk, he's just
my moms a note with these quotes on a trunk it says i split to earth to resurrect the funk a dozen snapple pops and a little box of beats travellin through space
A nickel bag, a nickel bag Ladybug'll hit ya with a nickel bag A nickel bag, a nickel bag Butterfly'll hit ya with a nickel bag A nickel bag, a nickel
here is very pleasant and i truly request your presence a problem of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it grows damn, what could it be i thought a juice i bought and
s time to grab some loot put on the timber boots Checking out some dollies/dali's like tasha and kamali NY is a museum with its posters and graffiti If
s purple wind and snow I do a hit and go, SPLIT It's hip, what's hip? When hip is just the norm Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it'
the jams and commence to goin off She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the
s and 70's were now, Isaac Hayes woulda have his own 900 number. [Mecca] I know, and MC Hammer would've been a pimp, right? [Butterfly] Word, and jimmi
we travellin on a vibe cribs dorms grasshoppers and swarms thinkin life is big is that hip is it norm psychedelic and fat flowers and beads and peaces and