Key: A minor
Verse 1
G#m
E
C#m
A
F#m
G#m
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?
A
E
Em
G#m
Mm I don't know man (ay) let's see
what I got in my cabinet
F#m
A
Hold on let me see what I got
in my cabinet
E
G#m
Somebody hit me with a little,
baseline or groove, knamsayin'?
Yeah, breakfast food,
C#m
uh
G#m
C#
F#m
Verse 2
G#m
When you wish
To follow what?
And where you are!
And where you are!
A
C#
Party over here, party over there
Where?
G#m
Look!
Verse 3
I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness I'm a menace,
A
G#m
so call me hip- hop's Dennis
A
C#m
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
A#m
D#
I get you Guess'n like jeans,
E
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
Verse 5
D#
A
The razzmatazz oh please oh please
just give me just one more blast
but I don't have to show my ass
C#
C#m
if you slip then you'll get ripped
and "Tales From the Crypt"
A#m
C#
C#m
A
I whip on that ass like base ba- bay
F#m
G#m
The Sense is good- goobley- goo, ask Gravy
Verse 6
D#
G#m
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,
B
G#m
kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo,
F#m
G#m
cause you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' chewed like vegetables
Verse 7
D#
G#m
Ah cabbage is a cabbage,
C#m
G#m
a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps
C#
C#m
and trap the wack tracks
B
G#m
Givin' the max, for the minimum,
not the minimum for the max
A#m
C#
Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so
D#
C#m
you can call me the Stiltest
Verse 8
so what chu talkin bout, Willis?
C#m
A
Yeah Willis
Asus4
Willis ain't talkin' about nothin'!
Let's get back to um,
E
A
breakfast foods
Because it's,
Em
G#m
early in the mornin'
Verse 9
C#m
A
Well you can have your Wheaties
A
Em
You can have your Kix
G#m
Verse 10
D#m
A
D#
Lush alcohol's excessive
G#m
A
like a Jefferson
A
D#
One time for your brain, cell
A
F#m
And when I get through,
A
E
you say, aw hell man!
E
A
E
Paper I go on and go on with the pen
G#m
A
E
Get a max of funk,
attack or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow,
I'm not a print
A
G#m
D#
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime,
summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen,
but I keep you buzzin'
G#m
D#
Cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you
+Run For Cover+ brother
G#m
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
A
G#m
D#
It's seven, not six, my shirt extra- large
E
A
But I wear, I wear I wear it well
like you ain't spinach
F#m
G#m
Then it's, time to let you know
F#m
G#m
We count it up, one two three and fo'
Verse 11
it up
B
G#m
Nah man, we're gonna count it up
A
E
Food tip? Well you just check
What can I have?
Verse 12
G#m
F#m
You can have your Life
A
E
You can have your Bran
A
E
And you can have your Loops
A
E
Em
But you still gotta get your
Two Scoops!
G#m
Verse 13
Around and round and upside down
D#
G#m
F#m
Whoa! I'ma sneak in the front row
E
F#m
I don't wear Monie's hat,
F#m
B
Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
B
F#m
and booty M- C's be sayin' oh shit!
B
F#m
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
and I'm a touchdown
F#m
B
With the next point to the next joint,
F#m
B
This could be love, but um,
don't let em fool ya
B
G#m
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but um,
I gotta run
fuck the Jackson 5
You jive- ass turkey,
a- pit- apitta- a- aperk be
G#m
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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