Monday, June 23, 2008

Lirik Lagu Bla, Bla penyanyi Too Phat

Penyanyi Too Phat

Bla, Bla
Too Phat

{...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 !

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

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

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

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

ay Joe, please stop the batterin'..aight ?

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

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

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}

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}

{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.}

{mic wrecker 5,6-7 eleven

gurlies who hate us can go to heaven}


dari {a}{K}{a}{M}

Bla, Bla - Too Phat

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