No Names (black Debbie) Lyrics

No Names (black Debbie) lyrics

[Marco]

Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock

And I...



[Stormy]

She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that?



[Marco]

Huh? No no no no, no, the other Debbie

Debbie the teacher?



[Stormy]

Oh, you mean... Black Debbie



[Sparks]

Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?



[Stormy]

No, not in a BAAAD way

It's just to tell them apart because she's... black!



[MF Doom]

True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crew

That stole on you for holding old brew, who told you?

Even if it's crap, mind your own business

They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas

Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh

How they manage to deal is anybody's guess

Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine

From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese line

All you saw was a do a bee's line

to where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind

Circle you, thicker by de-sign

Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come rewind

Uhh, excuse me boo

She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two

FDA approved played it smoother than a doo rag

What a brother gotta do to get a taste a some of you?

Bagged, and he don't mean coach

Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach

The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's

Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees

All except the broads and you

Hold your applause, they break God's laws and who pays?

The taxpayer that's who

Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos

That's gonna leave a bruise

Leave 'em grievin blues like believin in evening news

They must be eatin glue

Heave it all back, and we even Steven Sue

Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew

and sneezin all in it after breathin in the flu

Get a clue, his reasoning is askew

As to all the feverin and heavin up goo

Either that or... dude

Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed

Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood

Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed

... tastes like chicken

He wastes no time like the bassline kickin in

Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin

Raw humor, face pie to a frickin chin

New York'n, a hell of a finer town

Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown

Or be found with a hole in your designer gown

In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown

If you think you're slick, you might could wish, but uhh

As a few good men set sights to link with your chick

You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq'

Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your... wallet

As you wallow in a sorrow pit

Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it

or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo 

Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it

On the phone, he sounded like a real paid 

Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker

That's why he saved money over ball and chain dames

We all the same, no callin names



[Stormy]

I'm as smart as him!



[Quinn]

What? I got Ph.D's in four scientific disciplines



[Stormy]

Really?



[Quinn]

Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn?



[Stormy]

Um, I just thought that was a nickname

You know, like Dr. Dre

East-siiiiiiiide!