Let my membiz blast that

Let my membiz blast that, you fumble? oh well takpelah, KL hip-hop finest let me kick it in the rumah, tell me whats the padah? forget my salasilah, ku tak kalah when my peeps terasa gundah, save the last hurrah, not dat puitis over my hujah- Spit

cHAd^dX’s™ ^{pure
playaz'’
network body bumpin' wit TP
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^{Intro by cHAd EmcEe^dX}

^{Hey, this is the lyrics for
Too Phat's debut album "Whutthadilly?". So, just bounce wit it first, the
"Plan B" 's was on the way after I send an eMail to Kim of Positive Tone}

^{Lyrics of
Whutthadilly?}

^{Too Phat Baby (feat.
Ruffedge)

Acapella (Ruffedge)

Too phat, Ruffedge

All you've got Too Phat, Ruffedge yeah yeah

Too Phat...Too Phat baby

Too Phat...Too Phat baby

Verse 1 (Malique)

You see my pockets never held scrilla for realla

I usta freestyle for cheap thriller well that was nuttin' but a time killer

My time filler, 'cause rappin' made my mind chiller

Well back then who knew Nina was a 9 miler

I tried to figure out the slangs that I listen

and disregarded the gangs that was dissin'

I never asked 'em to bounce wit' me

But tell me why they always frontin' wit a frown wit me?

Was it because the beats and sounds I bumped to were different?

Or was it just the baggy fashion I flashed 'em?

Wore my cap pushed 45 degrees to the side

And let my pants sag braggin' how I'm kickin' it live

Been talkin' in slangs and always get dissed for that

But now I'm rockin' shows and always get kissed for that

It's strange now everybody wanna be my friend

Gurls change but I'm Malique the man from back then

Chorus (Ruffedge)

Too Phat...Too Phat

Too Phat baby

We don't rhyme for cheddar

We don't rhyme for fame

Too Phat...Too Phat

Too Phat baby

Keep your body bumpin'

With the sounds that we make

Verse 2 (Joe Flizzow)

ay by this time you know that I'm just too hot to handle

Makin flyer tunes wit' beats that be sampled

Bam...I hit you wit' the slow jam

Too Phat, Ruffedge man we cooler than the gang

Joe Flizzow I pack machismo

and stun a fly hizzoe when I grab the mic gizmo at a shizzow

Bef'zo huh, it was a crying shame

When I was yet a playa 'cause there was yet a game

See me 24/7 doin' the same old thangs

Me and my scandalous partners mackin' dumbest dames

But now in '99, only see me bawlin'

I stand tall cause I got sick of crawlin'

When all 'em cats wanna be a star

Fly skirts tryina ring me on my Nokia

Don't trip when I try to show your boo my bed

'Cause I'm Too Phat, baby...'nuff said

Chorus

Verse 3

ay ay ay ay guess what? (wuwut ?) I'm not a playa I just rap a lot

I brag a lot and hug alotta those that chat a lot

They say I pack alotta mack and always crap a lot

Yap and nag a lot so when I rap ay dont expect a lot

Piggedy pop pop I dare you to stop it huh, whenever I drop it huh

Hip-hop at the top, you label it pop, but still unable to knock it

Unable to block it, my rocket raps are harder to follow,

are harder to swallow, damn I got crazy skillz

Chorus

Bla, Bla (feat. Reefa)}

^{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 cant 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)

Lil' Fingaz^ (feat. Damien of Soulstreet)}

^{Verse 1 (Malique)

Some people like to say hello, some people say whuttup

Some people like to playa hate but I just shuttup

'cause I've had enough of share of nonsense from him and him

that I just dont give a heck like I was Eminem

It's feminine to playa hate and plus it's all a sin

You talkin' bad behind in front you actin' innocent

These foul men should get slapped at like tamborines

but I just smile clap clap and never give a damn

'cause I'm the man inclined to pretty gurls and pretty thangs

You just a playa rookie thinkin' that you veteran

You carry two celly phones but they never ring

No women wanna call in because you're boring

You're such a bore black, but you think you all that

It's all fact, where they all at and you stroll at, you get sworn at

A born mackadamian he would never hate another figure

Well even if you did keko, I'ma see you later

Chorus

Chitty bang bang chitty bang bang

Throw your lil' fingaz up in the air and

Shake your derriere and start dancin'

Just do your thang and swang swang

Have you got your lil'fingaz in the air? say

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Now wave 'em around like you just don't care

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Verse 2 (Joe Flizzow)

No punctuation in your conversation

Skip your playa hation I'm the latest sensation to hit 'em radio stations

From the underground town biggedy bow down

Jiggedy Joe done did it again, what now clown?

Whuttup keko check your seiko you hear my echo

You know you know what time it is, it's time to checka

I'm flowing the phattest.. .mmm... maddest... mmm I'm the baddest

Check my status flow splatters is all that matters

Whatever the deal is, tell me you feel this

Malique and Joe we come correct in this b'nez

You dont amaze me wit' your brand new Proton

Your pockets cheesy nah that dont make you the don

So stop laughin' at me like I was a hooligan

'fo my lil' finga make you won't do it again

If you ain't with me now where the heck you been

I pack 'em skillz for real and blow up the scene

Chorus

Verse 3 (Malique)

Aiyo I met a big booty-babaloola baby bubba gurlie

She cooler than a water cooler hair was semi-curly

Her name was Shirley, a look-a-like of Liz Hurley

She early 20's and spoke Malay poorly

What the heck aiyo we coversated well in English

She half Swiss and got more money Martina Hingis

Yeah I made her my shorty like Simon Birch

and realized it ain't worth to flirt wit' other skirts

One day I had to go studio

I called Joe he was sick so it was cool tho'

I told my gurlie Shirley see your here tomorrow

and here some Tupac for you to borrow

But that night aiyo I split kinda early

Something was itchy so I dropped by at Shirley's

But guess what as I twist open the do' knob

I saw pretty lady flippin' Joe well oh God!

Get out in the count of ten, this figure done did it again

Why should I go bang bang like biggedy bang

(Whatcha do about the misdemeanour)

I just smiled, 'cause I don't really give a

Bo-M.O.-h~ (feat. Lady Dee)}

^{Acapella intro (Lady Dee)

Orang laut pulang ke laut

Orang darat pulang ke darat

Aku tahu asal usulmu

Lagu ini kupersembahkan

Verse 1 (Malique)

Aiyo gurl that's cool

Check this out right here now..see

Throughout this while we have been keepin' it on the d-low

Steadily watchin' you from the underground land below

Like Skee-Lo, I wish y'all would change but I was wrong

Everything Ranges wadn't nothing but just a song sung

You wrong son, when you thinkin' that fanbase has grown son

Lonesome, where your friends and fans now? They gone son

Y'all worsened, damn that award ain't in the right hands

If you rapped as well as your beat rocks, it'll be aight then

Aight man? everybody know ain't nothing real

Check the CD cover wit' the classic clown appeal

and still it kinda beats me how you got that record deal

Wit' no skills, why you tryin so hard to B-Real?

Y'all say yall king? a'ah, ain't even listenin'

Y'all say yall reign? a'ah, ain't even drizzlin'

So skoo that rap Kojak, claimin' to be (ha ha ha)

Comin' in late for shows sillily claimin' that they hectic

and now that I'm gon' attack? (whatcha gonna do?)

You just gon' sit there or rat tat tat? (whatcha gonna do?)

So quit be hollering that y'all the king of hip-hop

and if you down with (scratches) you too can sick ma duck

Chorus 2x

Orang laut pulang ke laut

Orang darat pulang ke darat

Aku tahu asal usulmu

Lagu ini kupersembahkan

(whatcha gon' do? a ah a ah ah

whatcha gon' do? a ah a ah ah

wathcha gon' do? a ah a ah ah

watcha gon' do when we come for you, ha?!)

Verse 2 (Joe Flizzow)

Now you frontin' wit' your smiles and your fake hellos

Behind my back you talkin' ish dissin' my flows

Aiyo, we were still keepin' our heads keepin' our cool

til' that wicked interview now, hear me fool?

You claimin' to be the only one not givin' props to others

and still you having the gutts to call them players your brother

Don't even bother, now tell me where you at

Here's a flying kiss comin from Too Phat

Be prepared, verbal Armageddon's 'bout to happen

I pack more ammunition than y'all wack competition

Now listen, when you shoot your raps y'all be missin'

Busy wit' some other peoples chicks, tryina kiss 'em

Damn, at first you brought some hope into the game

Now it ain't the same, probably fame got you lame

Chorus

Break (Sri Jimbit Dikir United)

Kalah menang adat bertanding

Kalau kalah janganlah runsing

Jangan marah bila disindir

Kalau melawan nanti tersingkir

Kalah menang adat bertanding

Kalau kalau janganlah runsing

Jaga-jaga bila berkata

Sebab mulut badan binasa

Chorus

Outro (Malique and Joe Flizzow)

Yeah yeah it's about time

Y'all should have seen this comin'

You know we not alone up in this

Got the whole family behind our backs, nahmean?

Illegal...tight

G-Soul...tight

Lady Dee, Mo Swang, my people..tight

Yeah and all the crazy kekos in Phat Cat,

the illest homeboys from Da Joint, Naughty Max... we all tight,

nahmean?

Yeah and mad love to everybody in the underground scene

Helium Family, Phat Family, keepin it tight for 2 G

Peace and we outtie...

I Like You Now (feat. Phat Tim)}

^{Verse 1 (Malique)

They call me casanova, shorty the romeo

I'm makin' the gurlies scream and squirm in they pantihose

and munchin' Oreos smilin' frontin' my dimples

I'm gettin' the fly gurls and leavin' they boyfriends scratchin' temples

Yea yea but back in school I was a nerd

I read encyclopedias and kinda knew every word

I couldn't get no gurls 'cause I wore thick spectacles

and after school bullies wanted to kicked my test***es

See, well I was small and kinda sissy

The only gurl that wanted to kiss me looked like by Missy

and everybody dissed even this gurl I had a crush wit'

A rich chick wit big ***s that makes y'all wanna touch it

and chew it she got a face like Jennifer Hewwit

and everytime shed passed by the guys would go like "peeewit"

Well losers nerds and geeks they needed love too

So I met her and said "can you be my boo boo?

prom's around the corner I kinda need a date

and if you said yes a world of difference it would make"

She laughed and said, "hey shorty see my lips? read it

Look at me..now look at you nerd...beat it!"

Case closed last week I met her at the mall

She like, "hey, 'member you asked me to the ball when we were small?"

I said, "yeah yeah yea you usta diss me as a child"

"alaaa now you too phat of course I like you now!"

Chorus

hey I like you now

I swear I like you now

I usta diss you back then

but hey I like you now (4x)

dont you know how much I like you

dont you know how much I like you now?(2x)

Verse 2 (Malique)

ay ay remember Big Barry?...the one who dated Kelly?

and everyday after skool he'd kick me in the belly?

and bullied everybody the father was a wrestler

He took advantage of that and even wacked the headmaster

But passed every semester cause all teachers feared

When we had no p***c hair this kid already grew a beard

A weird mother*****r always tryina make me cry

He'd give me a flyin' kick everytime I pass by

and broke my friggin' glasses 26 times that year

He'd stomp me after class while other kids would cheer

I'd walk home dyin' cryin' lyin' to mommy

"Don't you let that bully kick your tummy gain you lil' dummy,

Lil' Poopsy it's about time you fought back," she said

"Not with your fists but with those words up in your head!"

So the next time when Barry swung and started hittin'

I started bustin freestyle flows and kept spittin'

encyclopedic words and I couldnt seem to quit it

I left him shivering, quivering the man shitted

"Hey excretory opening of the alimentary canal!"

That's longy for a**hole, but he couldn't tell

So he ran and didn't see his face the rest of the semester

The last thing I heard he became a hairdresser

At the last show I heard some peeps be yellin' my name loud

and at the front row was Barry screamin' "hey I like you now!"

Chorus

Verse 3 (Joe Flizzow)

See I was at the club chillin' with my boys

Talking about them gurlies and 'em snazzy gurlie toys

Some were crackin' jokes, some were shootin pool

When in walked an angel and kinda blocked my view, damn

She's so fine designed one helluva kind

I thought of a line 'cause I knew I had to make her mine

So I stepped up and let her soak up my aroma

"Gurl where your folks at? I need thank your momma

I'm J Maguire can I manage you tonight?

and hit my crib so we can start a pillow fight..."

She took a look and brushed my hand off her hip

"hey Joe you silly fool go wipe that drool off your lip

I'm Amber, remember? We went to school together

but back then I was fatter and you called me cookie monster

I took Tummytrim now like what you see?

But I'll never forgive all the nasty things you said to me"

She spun around and left me standing like lamp post

Damn I got played by the one I wanted most

I couldn't believe this goddess used to be a cow

I never thought I'd say this but hell yeah I like her now :(

Goin' Crazy}

^{Verse 1 (Joe)

Paranoid when my mind is playin games

At night I can't sleep somebody callin' my name

Soft, mild and husky rather familiar

Neither my homeboys or nor was it my neighbor

Outside it was smoggy dark as hell

Who dare to walk the streets better know how to yell, so

I cover myself deep under the sheets

Visions of Freddie keep wakin' me from sleep

Goddamn there he was smilin', candle in his hand

This wasn't Jason, Freddie or Mr. Candyman

Hold up, how could this all be real?

An imaginary friend from my childhood years

Now tell me, did he come back to seek his revenge

After I pushed him off the roof when we was ten

Blood splattered, alone in the corner

One blink he there the next blink he gone aaaa

Under my bed I keep a king size chainsaw

Just incase he reappeared I'd rip his brains off

If he a ghost then he better be swayze

Hallucinations are drivin' me crazy

Chorus

I'm goin' crazy I'm goin' crazy

things around me are driving me crazy

I'm goin' crazy I'm goin' crazy

things around me are driving me crazy now

I'm goin' crazy I'm goin' crazy

things around me are driving me crazy

I'm goin' crazy I'm goin' crazy

things around me are driving me crazy now

Verse 2 (Malique)

Last year I usta date this girl her name was Carrie

But the way we broke up was hella scary

It all started one night she caught me cheatiní

Doiní her best friend on the table in the kitchen

Shorty grabbed a knife and tried to stab me,

smack me but never before she even slapped me

The struggle lasted five minutes or more

Then there was blood all over and shorty hit the floor

I never thought that it would end in such mess

I never though I'd stick a knife in her chest

May the Lord forgimme 'cause it was all accidental

But tell me why it keeps playin' in my mental

Damn, my brain is stained with pain from the horror

Tell me whether I can do something for her

Mourn her, cry till my eyesight is hazy

Iím losiní it, I think im goin crazy

Chorus

Verse 3 (Joe)

I hear voices tellin me to give up my soul

(Is it a dream?) your worst nightmare threefold

Itís the one you only get to see in the movies

You gotta wake up twice before the punk leaves

Both side of my brains is goin flip flop

I stabbed my girl and pushed a friend from the rooftop

Never thought that conscience would be my killer

Twist of fate, now patience my coffin sealer

I wish I had dementia, amnesia

At night I pump myself with caffein and nikotena

Well is it worth the pain,goin insane

And when I thought I was safe itís night again

What should I do should to end all this misery?

well if I died I could be dreaminí for eternity

I think I've had enough, my mind is bothered

I hear that voice again now it's decided

Jezzebelle~ (feat. Innuendo)

Chorus (Innuendo)

Jezzebelle I knew her well

Took one look at once I fell

Love so deep and now she's trippin'

Gave me joy you can't believe in

Jezzebelle come stay a while

Captivate me with your smile

Held you once I paid the price

and all the love were just illusions

Verse 1 (Malique)

yaw check, she got the face you only get to see on TV

Style and grace and voice you only hear on CD's

She be dope ass, mo' or less like Lopez

More mass than the pope has and more cash than the Coke gas

I called her boo boo she called me boo too

It was too coo' to be true when I see boo in her see thru I be kookoo

now we coo', we lovey dovey, she huggy huggy

I rubby rubby her like a chubby hubby

I called her muffins, yeah she called me sweet potato pie

She always made me high so called her chocolate tah

With mushy nicknames everyday after lunch

She called me lusty big dip, I called her libido crunch

and I would walk her back home everyday from skool

Hold her hands real tightly cause she thought it was coo'

At times I let her walk first so I can peep at her behind

Lickin' my lips thank god that it was mine

She so fine I treat her so kind 'cause i was so blind

until I caught her fuckin' wit' this old man from Oman

Oh my, it sure was sucky but I was lucky

to be Malique, who got more chicks than Kentucky

Verse 2

Jezzebelle, verse 2

(Malique voice from bla bla:

I usta have a chica who liked to bla, bla

Her name was JaJa size C cup bra, bra

Her mom Portugese her dad was Baba

The hon' love to tease and call me DaDa)

(Joe Flizzow)

Now, this honey Jazzy got me up in a fix

Got me sprung with her tongue, got me up in a mix

Wit' the sexy mad switch in her crazy tight denims

Guys fantasize all wishin' that they were in 'em

But that was back then, now suga be gone

And you gotta be mad thinkin' I be alone

I got more tricks on deez more than you can believe

You see Monica come after Monifa leave, uh

You know my steez ain't no need to say please

Pimp Poppa Joe clockin' hoes wit' ease

Still... I miss my boo and I don't understand

I be searchin' high and low for a honey who can complete me

Chorus

Bridge (Sam)

Never gonna find true love

oh my baby, gotta let it go...

Baby can't you see that you're hurtin' me

no reason to leaveeee...

Verse 3

(Malique)

Will I ever get to meet the gurl of my dreams?

Black, white, brown, red maybe light green?

I love shortys in dem skirties or them Pepe Jeans

Share the same ice cream lick her lippy clean

Well if I wanna hit a shorty then it best be those

Wit' the fancy hairdos and the flashy clothes

Standin' in the phone booth wit' a classy pose

Only god knows boo be a Jazzy hoe

(Joe Flizzow)

I got mo' love than riches

Low love for snitches

No love for hoodrat, tricks hoes or bitches

No love for hoes who pose and blow kisses

You gotta make some switches

Chorus

Skoo The Nonsense^ (feat. Naughtius Maximus, First Borne Troopz, G from da
Joint and dJ T-Bone)

VERSE 1

(mista rem)

huh, would i just be comin at you wit this brand new millenium track

uh, hangin out wit the homies from this clique called too phat, just....

chillin wit the homies all the way, at the back where is my bottle of cognac?
we're comin at you

wit you this brand new mode of attack

(spit)

let my membiz blast that, you fumble? oh well takpelah

KL hip-hop finest let me kick it in the rumah

tell me whats the padah? forget my salasilah

ku tak kalah when my peeps terasa gundah

save the last hurrah, not dat puitis over my hujah

poyo can blah wit non-sensical bla bla

never miss when i diss sampai mati pun tak sudah

MVP never never gelabah

(mista rem)

naah, never gelabah, mati pun tak sudah

you know you'll be like, ooo kenapa dia tu banyak la gila?

would he have been some sorta freakin tamil tiger?

or he be some tactical military type of guerilla?

now i be comin wit the plutonium

i got this big fat shield made outta titanium

now youll be, joe, protect me from the galactic bear, yogi b...hahai :P

chorus

mama se mama sa mama makusa 8x

verse 2 (malique)

jelo jelo check this now

ichi ni sang yong gok loku nana

grab the mic device and make the crowd go bananas

here to sana, ghana to mana-mana

they call me Slique the mista smoother than santana

hana, my gurlie, she always gettin jealous

after shows gurlies, they wanna rub my pelvis

like elvis, presley, chicks tryina impress me

shakin giant tits thats more bigger than they ass be

call me grand dada so imma call 'em cucu

clockin boos from pudu to honolulu

hoo hoo ha ha, nana goo goo ga ga

im the type of keko thatll call a boo muchacha

the 5 foot sixer, mister kisser

explore your sister like alta vista

(mista rem: but you rappin mushy rhymes?) yeah, the honeys love it

the gurlies buy the cd's, the boys dubb it

chorus

verse 3 (fiquetion of fbt)

It was just a dream /but now this all star cast is a team

Skooin others nonsense presently is our scheme / don't even consider it

Returnin replies to this theme / Cant you understand?

Ami Chotto kay onek posondho koree and

Ak thappor mere shoja korbo

Unless u cut that act out or I'll react with a bo-mo-h / Oh no!!

You cry out loud but its too late

I skooed up your system cuz you sayd ish that don't relate

Nothing's impossible heres subliminal messages

Peoples feelin threatened / We blitzkriegin passages

And pathways that spells out the word "keluar disini"

But I suggest you pull out from the picture do you dig me?

(malique: no prolem joe say what you gotta say)

(joe flizzow)

leng chai leng lui kor lei yat chan

lei tei mo to ngo so

lei tei chi to ngo hai pin kor

mo kom kam tor fai wa

sek mo chow fai tit sau seng

chorus

verse 3

(joe flizzow)

skoo the nonsense i pierce to your ears like brosnan

demanding cheers from peers while you gunnin endorsements

buggin enforcements wit my lyrical offence

be potent , joe flizzow never forgotten

remain in your brain like a corpse in a coffin

extortin respect from your tricks who be talkin nonsense

drop three verses i reply wit one sentence, hah

now you seekin repentence

(mizznina)

i came to spread my love to all the fam across the world

reach out to you touch the hearts of all the boys and gurls

first borne, fiquetional and im the super gal

like sexin emcees like i was searchin for pearls

high status emceein, givin mischievous muscle those

i be beatin cause you cheatin

stealin immortal styles of rhymes cant create a sentence

thats an educational crime

(g from da joint)

me no maximilian me nor jamaican

rudeboy g ruffnecka stallion

me no maximilian me nor jamaican

rudeboy g kl stallion

(?) activist of the lyrical extrimist

riggedy ruffa stallion of the logical mist

mana, champion of the emcee fest

poppa ragga muffin combination too phat clique ya

My, My, My (feat. Haze and Sam of Innuendo)}

^{Intro

Put on your red dress

And slip on your high heels

And some of that sweet perfume

It surely smells good on you

My, My, My, My, My

You sure look...

My, My, My, My, My

You sure look...

Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow)

Boo I see you smiling that look in your eyes tells me you wanna get freaky

No time for frontin' drop your robe and jump in the jaccuzi

We could be watching a movie, eating chinese or whateva eva..

My main concern is what goes on in the bedroom later

Now do me a fvaour close your eyes while I turn off the lights

I got candles, Moet to make sure that you be treated right uh...

I'ma rub ya back nibble ya ears be whisperin nothins

I can't believe my, my my that that this be happening

Now can you fell my touch, Am i talkin to much

Lickin chocolate fudge off ya belly while you in my clucth

Now can i hit that, Boo just kick back

Big Joe's by ya side huh..you best believe that

Chorus

My, My, My, My ,My, My, My

You sure look good tonight

You're so damn fine, I wanna say

My, My, My, My ,My, My, My

You sure look good tonight

After all this time

Verse 2 (Malique)

Knick knack paddywack now give this dawg a bone

I love it when you call me tellin' me you home alone

I love your dirty talkin' on the telephone

and when you kick it off it kinda get me blown

My chrome has grown, I gotsta roam

And when I bless your home you better be alone boo

Red dress, wear less, bare chest I guess be the best dress

oh yes, I stress no less your mass be the best

I make you wanna go "ugh ugh" like your name P

Never say no you know how the game be

Rock you then bye baby see ya maybe

and never call me when you five wit' my baby

Oh chill, I'm playin hold still I'm sayin'

all this so plain so quit delayin'

your games and all wanna play me like you shame and all

I couldn't tame and all but if you dont know ask your friends and all

one night stands and all, skoo they mans and all, who got stamina?

Chorus

Whutthadilly? (Too Ill Mix)~}

^{Chorus

Whut tha dilly, what?

Whut tha dilly, what?

Whut tha dilly, what?

Whut tha dilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?

Verse 1 (Malique)

Aiyo silly...you the king of rap now really?

But still I'll snatch your crizzown eventually

You say wassappenin' i scream back, yo whut that dilly?

Me and Joe just the two of us like Big Willy

We be really silly, corny, funny and naughty

Special shout out to Lil' Boogie and Booboo Shorty

Crack a forty now while I'ma tell a story

Metaphoric exposatory 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 honies move like locomotion

Your boyfriend say that rappers 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 2x

(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)

Whut tha dilly? eat jelly play witcha belly

Booboo feelin lonely? call me on my celly

Baby we can disco, coffee in a bistro

Maybe catch a plane and we go honeymoon in frisco

(Jiggedy Jizzoe wit' tha flizzow) yeah, I usta grow an afro

'till all the honeys said, ah man I hatecha 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 what the beef for? playa? now whacha 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 booboo bop your head and stuff

and when you crack and wreck your neck you know had enough

Wiggedy what the diggedy dilly what the diggey dilly what?

You actin' siggedy silly I'll give you a coco butt

What the heck? cut the crap, lemme rock the discotheque

Now pick a cute kitty cat i chiggedy chat her on a bet

(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 booboo make it proper

I'ma play Big Poppa lets BS and party

Like LSG your body over my body, you hottie

Now shake what your momma gave you wit' full stamina

Even if it's fake girl, just shake 'em like Pamela

Chorus

Give It Up (feat. Liyana)}

^{verse 1(MALIQUE)

aiyo gurl this tune here is umm,a dedication

you say my macks wack im chill im still patient

you always alone strolls are solitary

you stand out and look crazy deboinary

stompin your Tim boots,baby ts big jeans and all

walkin so fast like you got mad stamina

i try to slow you down when you come around

feel like a clown when you smile gimme no sound

fly style and profile like a goddess

even the freaks admit that you tha hottest

thats why i creep like t-boz,left eye and chilli

straight up and down baby gurl whats the real dilly?

do respond no intention to petrify

why complicate something when you can simplify

now start talkin then imma stop hawkin

give it up,grab my hand and keep walkin

CHORUS(LIYANA&DAMIEN)

its about time that you quit quit now

recognize game and give it up

its about time that you quit quit now

recognize game and give it up

verse 2(JOE)

aiyo my potna in rhyme skip all the nickle and dimes

skirts nowadays concerned with dolla signs

see a phat rizide,tryina wink an ezye

parlay punany swaying like dolomizite

(joe we might be broke but still got them panties soaked

playa haters provoke,choke and get smoked)

loc enuf spoke now sip a coke and take note

it may sound funny but it aint no joke

i usta float the love boat with this gurl boo

but now she steady frontin cold like igloo

aiyo baby boo i just wanna be with you

i want you to stick to me like supa dupa glue

got my own boo but goddamn i want you too

yohoo biggedy booboo lemme shoo dem foos with ma moo moo kung fu

not to wong fu but a princess whos always on my mind

give it up gurl...we runnin outta time

CHORUS

verse 3(MALIQUE)

i heard alotta dem figures(niggaz) is snitches(bitches) too

so imma tell a story bout this kid i knew

congratulations dogg on the PhD

now your specialty is playa hatin me

you be shakin my hand malique potna wassup witchoo?

but when im gone you be dissin my crew

yappin dem boos,malique is kinda bad for you health

he only wants your pearl tongue and planna lick all your wealth

the playa wanna mash,but aint really finesse...huh?

he wanna mess,caress and undress

nevertheless you stress he puff grass so best pass

before he crash your flesh and plan a cash dash

god bless,yeah all the best dogg,but whacha lie fo?

your fly clothes aint attractin no fly gurls?

you like her?she want me,im sorry its too late

now blow me a kiss why must you playa hate?

oh wait,before i forget i best start tellin

that doggs like you will neva make it to heaven

so give it up snitch.... thats rite and give it up now

its all good but you still wanna play foul?

CHORUS

Whutthadilly (Original Mix)~

Intro

Too Phat...we comin' out like that

'99 it's on

Word is bond

Verse 1 (Malique)

Aiyo silly...you the king of rap now really?

But still I'll snatch your crizzown eventually

You say wassappenin' i scream back, yo whut that dilly?

Me and Joe just the two of us like Big Willy

We be really silly, corny, funny and naughty

Special shout out to Lil' Oogie and Booboo Shorty

Crack a forty now while I'ma tell a story

Metaphoric exposatory 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 honeyss move like locomotion

Your boyfriend say that rappers 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

Whut tha dilly whut?...tell 'em what we all about

Whut tha dilly whut?...gotta show 'em what we got

Whut tha dilly whut?...hip hip-hop you dont stop

Whut tha dilly silly Billy whut tha dilly really what?

Whut tha dilly whut?...tell 'em what we all about

Whut tha dilly whut?...gotta show 'em what we got

Whut tha dilly whut?...Joe and Malique you dont stop

Whut tha dilly silly Billy whut tha 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)

Whut tha dilly? eat jelly play witcha belly

Booboo feelin lonely? call me on my celly

We can go to disco, coffee in a bistro

Maybe catch a plane and we go honeymoon in Frisco

(Jiggedy Jizzoe wit' tha flizzow) yeah, I usta grow an afro

'till all the gurlies said, ah man I hatecha 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 what the beef for? playa? now whacha got?

Just grab the mic and make it ha hot ha ha hot

CHORUS

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 booboo bop your head and stuff

and when you crack and wreck your neck you know had enough

Wiggedy what the diggedy dilly what the diggey dilly what?

You actin' siggedy silly I'll give you a coco butt

What the heck? cut the crap, lemme rock the discotheque

And 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 booboo make it proper

(bounce bounce bounce, like the man from the big VA

I ain't got all day, shorty better swing my way)

And shake what your momma gave you wit' full stamina

Even if it's fake girl, just shake it like Pamela}

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