Key: A minor
Verse 1
Gm
Eb
Cm
Ab
Fm
Gm
Yo man, I'm hungry man
some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil' lil' somethin' yeah yea milk
a little breakfast food ya know?
Ab
Eb
Ebm
Gm
Mm I don't know man (ay)let's see
what I got in my cabinet
Fm
Ab
Hold on let me see what I got
in my cabinet
Eb
Gm
Somebody hit me with a little,
baseline or groove, knamsayin'?
Yeah, breakfast food,
Cm
uh
Gm
C
Fm
Verse 2
Gm
When you wish
To follow what?
And where you are!
And where you are!
Ab
C
Party over here, party over there
Where?
Gm
Look!
Verse 3
I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness I'm a menace,
Ab
Gm
so call me hip- hop's Dennis
Ab
Cm
And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat,
On the uh the ah the uh the
Verse 4
daddy long- stroke
I'd share a scoop,
runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney,
cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat,
top that, I'm fat troop
a church to repent
Am
D
I get you Guess'n like jeans,
Eb
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
Verse 5
D
Ab
The razzmatazz oh please oh please
just give me just one more blast
but I don't have to show my ass
C
Cm
if you slip then you'll get ripped
and "Tales From the Crypt"
Am
C
Cm
Ab
I whip on that ass like base ba- bay
Fm
Gm
The Sense is good- goobley- goo, ask Gravy
Verse 6
D
Gm
Or LaMont, or Rollo,
down at the, Apollo
Come follow me now (BO! Where's
Sue?) I don't know
Even En Vogue,
(yea) everyone says
Ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't
be a slider
Cause I never slip,
Bb
Gm
kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo,
Fm
Gm
cause you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' chewed like vegetables
Verse 7
D
Gm
Ah cabbage is a cabbage,
Cm
Gm
a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps
C
Cm
and trap the wack tracks
Bb
Gm
Givin' the max, for the minimum,
not the minimum for the max
Am
C
Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so
D
Cm
you can call me the Stiltest
Verse 8
so what chu talkin bout, Willis?
Cm
Ab
Yeah Willis
Absus4
Willis ain't talkin' about nothin'!
Let's get back to um,
Eb
Ab
breakfast foods
Because it's,
Ebm
Gm
early in the mornin'
Verse 9
Cm
Ab
Well you can have your Wheaties
Ab
Ebm
You can have your Kix
Gm
Verse 10
Dm
Ab
D
Lush alcohol's excessive
Gm
Ab
like a Jefferson
Ab
D
One time for your brain, cell
Ab
Fm
And when I get through,
Ab
Eb
you say, aw hell man!
Eb
Styles that I free won't, stop til the end
Eb
Ab
Eb
Paper I go on and go on with the pen
Gm
Ab
Eb
Get a max of funk,
attack or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow,
I'm not a print
Ab
Gm
D
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime,
summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen,
but I keep you buzzin'
Gm
D
Cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you
+Run For Cover+ brother
Gm
D
But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just
another mother (sucker)
Blo' Pop time (it's
Blo' Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico
Ab
Gm
D
It's seven, not six, my shirt extra- large
Eb
Ab
But I wear, I wear I wear it well
like you ain't spinach
Fm
Gm
Then it's, time to let you know
Fm
Gm
We count it up, one two three and fo'
Verse 11
it up
Bb
Gm
Nah man, we're gonna count it up
Ab
Eb
Food tip? Well you just check
What can I have?
Verse 12
Gm
Fm
You can have your Life
Ab
Eb
You can have your Bran
Ab
Eb
And you can have your Loops
Ab
Eb
Ebm
But you still gotta get your
Two Scoops!
Gm
Verse 13
Around and round and upside down
D
Gm
Fm
Whoa! I'ma sneak in the front row
Bb
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on skid row
Eb
Fm
I don't wear Monie's hat,
Fm
Bb
Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
Bb
Fm
and booty M- C's be sayin' oh shit!
Bb
Fm
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
and I'm a touchdown
Fm
Bb
With the next point to the next joint,
Bb
Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
Fm
Bb
This could be love, but um,
don't let em fool ya
Bb
Gm
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but um,
I gotta run
fuck the Jackson 5
You jive- ass turkey,
a- pit- apitta- a- aperk be
Gm
You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, hurt me
Or urk me, cause see I'll
outsmart you like the Urkel
in a circle
Pass the sess blunt,
yeah stud, you ain't know?
I want to go bang, I said,
bang- o, bang- oh bang- oh
Or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip- hip, hooray,
oh now you want to be all lovable?
Don't push or pull, or you'll see,
I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin' in but
they don't be checkin' out
I leave em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and
take your ass back to Kansas
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