Lirik Lagu Food Fight - Digital Underground
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[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)]This is a federal food fight(You better know it!)That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks(What?! We're about to rip this shit)Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump(There's a party in here, baby)I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby(You better get down with this, baby)We're about to sling hot food all over this piece(Just nothing but a food fight!)Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever(Foood fiiiiiggghht)With the bacon and egg sandwich
[Humpty Hump]You ain't bringing groceries, gYour groove is getting rude over recordsBut can you sling the food like this?!You better bite thisIf you wanna make the people move like thisChez wa, Allah, cheese burgerFlame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggleYou're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plateBy itself, not including all my funky condimentsNod your head to this and DUCK DOWNAs I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupeYo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melonsLike the felons are slangin dope sacksSo max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the lightEither bring it or hideCause it's about to be a food fight!
[Chorus](You need something for the food fight!)We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger!
[Del]It's classicSlapping brothers with some lettuce from jurassticI counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks>From brothers who might TupacFifty-seven black [????] and lots of flowsFat like hippopotamoes, still caught em thoughIn the face with excrements, peep my testamentsI bring the seasoning paprikaEureka for the weaker, and smoke the reeferDribble up the funk in the beakerAnd, yes, about to say ‘speaker'It leaks in your ears and years aheadI went to Japan and they was throwing pork ballsBut I'm calling protocol, stooop!
[Chorus](You need something for the food fight)We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger(Gotta bring something for the food fight)Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill(You need something for the food fight)Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over
[Humpty]Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchieGotta substitute the ‘ouch' for the ‘ooch'!If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butthellSubstitute the ‘ell' for the ‘ole'Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe upIf you was what you ate, no fakinMy man Nate would be a plate of baconMy brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a ratMy girlfriend would be some super sperm and thingsMy rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wingsIt's quite simple, if true that my temple is wreckedI'd be some mushrooms and cognacI'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck boneScrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, fillerSo come on with your food slingin cause I'm readyBring it SHUT UP! Nigga, sing it
[Chorus]
Bring the groceries
[Humpty Hump]You ain't bringing groceries, gYour groove is getting rude over recordsBut can you sling the food like this?!You better bite thisIf you wanna make the people move like thisChez wa, Allah, cheese burgerFlame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggleYou're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plateBy itself, not including all my funky condimentsNod your head to this and DUCK DOWNAs I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupeYo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melonsLike the felons are slangin dope sacksSo max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the lightEither bring it or hideCause it's about to be a food fight!
[Chorus](You need something for the food fight!)We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger!
[Del]It's classicSlapping brothers with some lettuce from jurassticI counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks>From brothers who might TupacFifty-seven black [????] and lots of flowsFat like hippopotamoes, still caught em thoughIn the face with excrements, peep my testamentsI bring the seasoning paprikaEureka for the weaker, and smoke the reeferDribble up the funk in the beakerAnd, yes, about to say ‘speaker'It leaks in your ears and years aheadI went to Japan and they was throwing pork ballsBut I'm calling protocol, stooop!
[Chorus](You need something for the food fight)We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger(Gotta bring something for the food fight)Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill(You need something for the food fight)Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over
[Humpty]Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchieGotta substitute the ‘ouch' for the ‘ooch'!If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butthellSubstitute the ‘ell' for the ‘ole'Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe upIf you was what you ate, no fakinMy man Nate would be a plate of baconMy brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a ratMy girlfriend would be some super sperm and thingsMy rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wingsIt's quite simple, if true that my temple is wreckedI'd be some mushrooms and cognacI'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck boneScrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, fillerSo come on with your food slingin cause I'm readyBring it SHUT UP! Nigga, sing it
[Chorus]
Bring the groceries
