(Say, muthafucka What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this Funky joint?)
My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum-drum-drum My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come
[ VERSE 1 ] The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-c-e Rope-a-dope and definitely in the place to be Came to tear it up and now I put you in the wrong mode I deliver lyrics for the s-p's in song mode You can't delete it, rappers can't beat it It's just like crack, when you start, you need it So light me up right, go 'head, take a puff Sho nuff, you love that Mellow Man stuff So you come back for more, eh - wantin to score, eh - Rewound tapes of funky joints, you can't ignore, ya Mellow joint fiend, jockin me blindly Go to ten stores, but you just can't find me Cause I sold out, that's without a doubt Cause that's what makin money is all about So I'm sorry, soft sport, you come up short Cause you ain't got the money to pay for rhymes of this sort Every day you come up shorter with a dollar and a quarter I should smack you right now, that's what I oughta Do, cause I don't play, I just get straight to the point Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this Funky joint?)
[ VERSE 2 ] Now I'm not the kid you wanna go with, know it Good and well that I'm the bilingual poet I smoke impostors and crews, the Tribe's in a Gangsta bang, cause it ain't nothin but a thang I come off like niggas, never pull triggers Never live foul, but to girls I send shivers So the day I die on my tomb it'll say 'He smoked muthafuckas and got pussy all day' So watch me flow, girls, and come a little harder Girls call me papi, the daddy, the father But I'm just an outgoing kid that be flowing Over my mouth and drop rhymes without knowing So I suggest you back up, go get your back-up Of 10 or 12 rappers that I'ma cold smack up One by one, cause ain't a damn thing changed And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs So check me out, hey, you just got done By the Babalu Boy droppin lyrics on the one I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, gettin funky in the joint
(We're gettin funky This is the funky beat) --> Rammmelzee
(Funky) (Get funky) --> Rammelzee
[ VERSE 3 ] Yo, I'm smooth with my flow, and you can bet a smooth talker Never know what I'll hit next like [name] Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch Your girl, she's a schemer, so I say (what up, bitch?) And you don't even run up, or try to get some of This milky vocal-dropper, dope son of a gun Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, work it out Cause that's what throwin joints is all about I come ready steady ready (what?) to cut you up like Freddy (Who?) Krueger, and wild up like Crazy Eddie (With what?) with crazy vocab (and) dope gift of gab (What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper The man on the mic servin you type of Hype that slams on time to basslines But back up off me, nigga, let the mastermind rhyme I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point Mellow's in the house, gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this Funky joint? Much money I done spent in here Nigga, I knew your mama when she was hoein)
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My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum-drum-drum My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come
[ VERSE 1 ] The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-c-e Rope-a-dope and definitely in the place to be Came to tear it up and now I put you in the wrong mode I deliver lyrics for the s-p's in song mode You can't delete it, rappers can't beat it It's just like crack, when you start, you need it So light me up right, go 'head, take a puff Sho nuff, you love that Mellow Man stuff So you come back for more, eh - wantin to score, eh - Rewound tapes of funky joints, you can't ignore, ya Mellow joint fiend, jockin me blindly Go to ten stores, but you just can't find me Cause I sold out, that's without a doubt Cause that's what makin money is all about So I'm sorry, soft sport, you come up short Cause you ain't got the money to pay for rhymes of this sort Every day you come up shorter with a dollar and a quarter I should smack you right now, that's what I oughta Do, cause I don't play, I just get straight to the point Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this Funky joint?)
[ VERSE 2 ] Now I'm not the kid you wanna go with, know it Good and well that I'm the bilingual poet I smoke impostors and crews, the Tribe's in a Gangsta bang, cause it ain't nothin but a thang I come off like niggas, never pull triggers Never live foul, but to girls I send shivers So the day I die on my tomb it'll say 'He smoked muthafuckas and got pussy all day' So watch me flow, girls, and come a little harder Girls call me papi, the daddy, the father But I'm just an outgoing kid that be flowing Over my mouth and drop rhymes without knowing So I suggest you back up, go get your back-up Of 10 or 12 rappers that I'ma cold smack up One by one, cause ain't a damn thing changed And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs So check me out, hey, you just got done By the Babalu Boy droppin lyrics on the one I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, gettin funky in the joint
(We're gettin funky This is the funky beat) --> Rammmelzee
(Funky) (Get funky) --> Rammelzee
[ VERSE 3 ] Yo, I'm smooth with my flow, and you can bet a smooth talker Never know what I'll hit next like [name] Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch Your girl, she's a schemer, so I say (what up, bitch?) And you don't even run up, or try to get some of This milky vocal-dropper, dope son of a gun Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, work it out Cause that's what throwin joints is all about I come ready steady ready (what?) to cut you up like Freddy (Who?) Krueger, and wild up like Crazy Eddie (With what?) with crazy vocab (and) dope gift of gab (What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper The man on the mic servin you type of Hype that slams on time to basslines But back up off me, nigga, let the mastermind rhyme I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point Mellow's in the house, gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka) (Say, muthafucka What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this Funky joint? Much money I done spent in here Nigga, I knew your mama when she was hoein)
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