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  • Mindless Self Indulgence »

    Mindless Self Indulgence La-Di Da-Di текст песни

    La-Di Da-Di

    To all the stupid people and the rest
    You are about to witness something you’ve never witnessed before this
    but ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy
    (impossible to hear this part)
    in the place to be we’re gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005
    kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world
    because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene
    cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it
    this is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment
    and ya’ll know us that’s when we run into something like this

    La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party
    We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody
    We are just just some men up on the mic
    When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT
    Fuck all-a-y’all who’s going to Hell
    Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself
    ‘Cause it’s cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin’
    That’s what we create, because that be our mission
    So listen close to what we say
    Because (WHAT) this type of shit happens every day (WHAT)
    this type of shit happens EVERY DAY (WHAT)
    THIS TYPE OF SHIT HAPPENS EVERY DAY

    I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN’
    Did a lot of COKE, strechin’, YAWNIN’
    Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP
    Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch
    Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all?
    There was a rubble-rubble-dubble
    Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said…

    You are you conceited bastard!
    Well that’s true, that’s why we never have no beef
    And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth
    Change my clothes, spark my hair
    I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear
    And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have
    The Johnson’s baby powder and the Polo cologne
    Fresh dressed like a million dolla’s
    I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla’
    Stepped out the crib, stopped short
    Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn
    SHIT I FORGOT MY FUCKING CANGO

    Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley
    Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley, (uhh-huhh)
    God damn bitch played hard to get
    So I said, what’s up girl, you look like shit
    Don’t cry, dry your eye
    Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight
    Because her mom stepped up from behind
    Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE
    Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET
    Slammed the girl on the hard concrete
    Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, momma’s GONE
    Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on
    I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her
    She said, if I can’t have you, she can’t eitherrrrrrrrr

    She grabbed me hard, grabbed my cock
    I broke out like I had the chicken pox
    Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly
    She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said,
    Why don’t you give me some play
    Stop avoiding me like you is gay
    I wet my pants whenever you say
    Oohhh bitches love me cause they know that I can (beat box)
    Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can’t you see
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
    I love your faggy ways, I guess that’s why you’re always getting laid
    Oohh on and on and on and on and… (WORD) whatever (SHAKA-ZULU)

    I said, (PLAYED OUT) I’m gonna give her a kiss
    I said, you can’t have me, I’m too young for you miss
    She said, no you are not, then she starts crying
    I said, I’m 18 and she says stop lying
    Seriously, go ask my mother
    And with your wrinkled pussy, you can’t be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
    POW

    Okay people, we’re talking about Kenny Muhammad
    The Human Orchestra, I’m not jokin’ ya know
    He’s wicked, he’s livin’, he’s vibin’
    With the hardcore battle beatery
    Beatbox criminal, crackin’ his haggery
    That’s a little something special for your Mindless CD



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