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[Verse One: Prince Poetry]
Here we go again with the funky intro
People approach me knowin I`m the Prince Po
e-t, are-why, and I`m the first batter
The Pharaoh usually go first, but it don`t matter
Funky slices of beats like this
Comes once in a blue, but it`s not hard for me to chew
So kick off your shoes and don`t forget your socks
I wash and wash them emcess like Clorox
Skills I have, good and plenty
If you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme
Beats, equivalent to just something that I can
Flow [flow] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnn
It`s gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on
When I, proceed to, light the party
In the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras
Bikinis, panties, bras
Juicin em and I`m suckin the girls up like straws
OOPS upside ya dome
I don`t answer the phone when I`m home not alone
on the bone
Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone
BOOP!
Oooooh, and I like it
Cause I`m Poetry the psychic
Intellectual level would rather
nah, nah I don`t like that
{talking} one more time
Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]
I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]
Bringin you the news like Kaity Chung
But I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from
`Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy`
I love the women but I don`t try to see em
I`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.
Get MCs mad make em flare up nostrils
I`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile
Verse Two: Pharaoh Monch][
Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker
I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, I slid the sludge
[fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but I never hold a grudge
Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs
[The organism`s on the jury] guess who`s the judge
I hit the hook HEAVY
Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patter
Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?
You`re just a pussy [MEOW]
Cat when I`m deckin you
Disrespectin you
Clever whenever I select a new dialogue
One plus one get it together
Girls don`t despair cause I`ll be your `Fair Weather Friend`
No I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy
Cause when I pull up to the bumper
Cause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter
I tell you now you never hated
The triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m rated
I tell you know that I can give good love
Yes I`m the one you should love
So don`t try to diss fudge pudge
`Cause it`s al-right, with, me`
Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth
Tricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey Mouse
C`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy
Here we go again with the funky intro
People approach me knowin I`m the Prince Po
e-t, are-why, and I`m the first batter
The Pharaoh usually go first, but it don`t matter
Funky slices of beats like this
Comes once in a blue, but it`s not hard for me to chew
So kick off your shoes and don`t forget your socks
I wash and wash them emcess like Clorox
Skills I have, good and plenty
If you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme
Beats, equivalent to just something that I can
Flow [flow] flow [flow] FLOAT ONnnnnn
It`s gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on
When I, proceed to, light the party
In the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras
Bikinis, panties, bras
Juicin em and I`m suckin the girls up like straws
OOPS upside ya dome
I don`t answer the phone when I`m home not alone
on the bone
Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone
BOOP!
Oooooh, and I like it
Cause I`m Poetry the psychic
Intellectual level would rather
nah, nah I don`t like that
{talking} one more time
Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue [swing]
I swing [swing], I swang [swang], I swung [swung]
Bringin you the news like Kaity Chung
But I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from
`Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy`
I love the women but I don`t try to see em
I`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.
Get MCs mad make em flare up nostrils
I`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile
Verse Two: Pharaoh Monch][
Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker
I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers
Slip and slide, I slid the sludge
[fudge] fudge [pudge] pudge, but I never hold a grudge
Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs
[The organism`s on the jury] guess who`s the judge
I hit the hook HEAVY
Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patter
Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?
You`re just a pussy [MEOW]
Cat when I`m deckin you
Disrespectin you
Clever whenever I select a new dialogue
One plus one get it together
Girls don`t despair cause I`ll be your `Fair Weather Friend`
No I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy
Cause when I pull up to the bumper
Cause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter
I tell you now you never hated
The triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m rated
I tell you know that I can give good love
Yes I`m the one you should love
So don`t try to diss fudge pudge
`Cause it`s al-right, with, me`
Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth
Tricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey Mouse
C`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy
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Fudge Pudge Lyrics as written by James Brown
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