The Lumberjack Lyrics

The Lumberjack lyrics

"Ladies and gentlemen, here's the man! I mean the man!



The sensational, the incomprible, the dynamic *Daddy Rich*"







"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"



"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)







[Pete Nice]



Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go)



Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low



Freaking all the funk cause my man's a funk freaker



Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker



Skills on the hills so I guess he steals a crew



If you're on his dick, don't fret, I'm on his dick, too



Got a bag of tricks, but he ain't pulling rabbits



Rabbits is endowed with the sexual habits



Took a long time in his room spinning records



Shit's going on, pumps fatter than a heifer



Chop chop he go, chopping it up like Sam the Butcher



Next thing you know the record chop like a hooker



Hits on the table, yeah Rich with the quick hand



Now understand this, he ain't the ordinary rap man



Bring all the wizard in Brooklyn's chop shop



Listen to the Lumberjack record go chop







"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"



"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)







Tell me, toss another record on the platter



Have to see him swing it, swing it like a hook and ladder



Mister ??? if you went up with only liquor



Better keep your papes in your pocket or we vic ya



Busting off shots in the backyard of Brooklyn



Chopped by the hoes, only hoes that's good looking



He move crowds overseas, even immigrants



Seen him in his 300 Benz with the tints



Think you want to step to the Lumberjack?



That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks



Could you place your ass in a DJ recepticle



But a Lumberjack will just chop off your testicles



You want to get with the master chopper?



Better get a kung-fu to the little grasshopper



Heard your cuts and your cuts is kinda sloppy



Better get your ticket, watch the Rich get choppy







"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"



"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)







Lumber, lumbar, Jack and I be nimble



Hurt you like a whiffle ball and bring it to a sequel



Shadows, shadows, know where Daddy Rich lurks



Verse got a gold tut like Mrs. Butterworth's



You said he couldn't, but he said "I got wood"



I think I can, I think I can, no I could



Yell timber, cause your wood is slimmer



Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger



Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave.



On the wax and vibrate like a ninja



Mr. Daddy Rich to you, used to call him ???



Run and you're stumbling over stumps, so watch him fall



Yes y'all, he got the skills to spin it



So yo ho ho and a bottle full of Cisco



Can't find the grooves in a spasm while I'm rhyming



Up the track Lumberjack and on the darn timing







"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"



"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" (Repeat 4x)