Whutthadilly (original Demo Mix) Lyrics

Whutthadilly (original Demo Mix) lyrics

(Intro)



Too Phat… we comin’ out like that



’99 it’s on



Word is bond







(Chorus)



Whutthadilly, what?



Whutthadilly, what?



Whutthadilly, what?



Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?







(Verse 1 - Malique)



Aiyo silly… you the King of Rap now rilly?



But still I’ll snatch your crizzown eventually



You say wassappenin’ I scream back, yo whutthadilly?



Me and Joe, just the two of us like Big Willy



We be rilly silly, corny, funny, and naughty



Special shoutout to Lil’ Boogie and Booboo Shorty



Crack a forty now while I’ma tell a story



Metaphoric expository allegories



Derogatory or maybe I can make it mushy



Moshi moshi baby come and hoochie koochie wit’ me



Boogie woogie wit’ me groove wit’ no commotion



My rap styles will make honeys move like locomotion



Your boyfriend says that rapper’s one helluva fella



Makin’ my gurlie spin like a helicopter propeller



Too Phat, my rhymes need a liposuction



Malique and Joe, now you can skip the introduction







(Chorus)



Whutthadilly, what?



(Tell ‘em what we all about)



Whutthadilly, what?



(Gotta show ‘em what we got)



Whutthadilly, what?



(Hip hiphop you don’t stop)



Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?



Whutthadilly, what?



(Tell ‘em what we all about)



Whutthadilly, what?



(Gotta show ‘em what we got)



Whutthadilly, what?



(Joe and Malique you don’t stop)



Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?



(Malique)



Attention, attention, can I have your attention please?



Wack emcees drop to your knees



Sit back and learn how to make the ladies scream



I reign supreme like Prince Naseem, nahmean? 







(Verse 2 – Joe Flizzow)



Whutthadilly? Eat jelly, play witcha belly



Booboo feelin’ lonely? Call me on my celly



Baby we can disco, coffe in a Bistro



Maybe catch a plane and we go honeymoon in Frisco



(Jiggedy Jizzoe wit’ tha Flizzow)



Yeah, I used to grow an afro



Till all the honeys sayd, ah man, I hate your hair bro!



So now I’m baldy, be hunky and funky



Rockin’ microphones and makin’ people jumpin’ monkeys



Jungle junkies, baboons, orang utans



Your style goes mine comes like a boomerang



(So you say you keepin’ it real?)



Nah, I’m just keepin’ it right



You claimin’ hardcore soundin’ like a transvestite



Wannabe gangsta rapper cause you got the gore



But can’t even say ‘she sells seashells by the seashore’



So whut the beef for? Playa? Now whutchu got?



Just grab the mic and make it ha hot ha ha hot







(Break)







(Verse 3 – Malique)



Ay baby bubba, wanna get down wit’ a hip hopper?



Your momma calls me son but you can call me poppa



Baby bite a BK Whopper booboo bop your head and stuff



And when you crack and wreck your neck you know you had enuff



Wiggedy what the diggedy dilly what the diggedy dilly what?



You actin’ siggedy silly I’ll give you a coco butt



What the heck? Cut the crap, let me rock the discotheque



Abd now you overdoses wit’ the raps that I inject



(Who supercalifragilistic?) 



Yeah, now you know it’s me =?



And everybody in the party wanna get wit’ me



Cause I’m the illest, baddest disco voodoo dadda



And if you wanna bust a move then booboo make it proper



(bounce, bounce, bounce, like the man from the big VA



I ain’t got all day, shorty better swing my way)



Now shake whutcha momma gave you wit’ full stamina



Even if it’s a fake girl, just shake em’ like Pamela







(Repeat chorus)