Adam Kudzin - Sneaking Up On Ya lyrics

* Chip Fu's verse is a strictly a best guess (in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X) [Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X) [Poc Fu] Check the sh** that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin It's groovy; slammin like my man Scottie Pippen Sly like a fox, I kick the sh** that rocks I'm +Golden+ with the +Gloves+, but nice with the shots Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow (The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun Showin grati-TUDE, my atti-TUDE is kind of RUDE I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar an' Sit back and stare while I'm cha-cha-cha-charrin Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds Sparkin like a welder, punch ya like I'm Elmer Embara** your a** like Gigi does to Thelma Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don't touch the mic (*whoosh whoosh whoosh*) Yeah I'm out like three strikes (in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X) [Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X) [Chip Fu] My lovely lengthy dreadlocks, be roastin on an open fire Twisted tongue that's slippin and lyrically limpin At your PEE-nocci-nose I'm budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad Budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty Sssufferin sssucotash, I let lyricsss fly like DEE Daffy So pa**, the mug so Mike can try to ?? figure When learnin this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver Maybe way, down upon a swampy river! Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon Andddd-dddain't-dddat-ddddsomethin-dddindddinddin? And thennnn-IiiiIiii found- Five-fy-a-f**-five-feet-of-linnennenn I Pop-eye's, like Bluto, ah-how you like judo? Not Hong Kong, Fooey, I +chop+ like, some +suey+ Like Doc Bruce Banner, I got struck by gamma So don't don't you cry cry for me oh Susannah Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and, your mamma That you got, the right one, baby, eh-heh! I'm freakin the stuttering style like just for one reason: I think it's wabbit season, nah-uh duck season Wabbit season, duck season Wabbit season, duck season Wabbit season.. AWWWWW SHUT UP! Hey bu*ton your lip it's MC season dagnabbit And ohhwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwww (whattup Chip?) I hate rabbits! (shhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip's about to drop a hot potato! 'Yumpin 'Yimminy, Jimminy Crickets-kicks-kicks Some rugged and rough sh** like this Silly wabbit ain't got 'nuff Trix to pick But I'll chill instead, cause for the big kid For the big kid, for the big kid's how I uhh, kicks it Yo ahh, rrrrrugabugit, rrrrrugabugit, where's was the mic? It's in the freezer *cough* freezin like like a Raider *cough* My flow's very, ridiculous Like Frosted Lucky Charms my sh** is magically delishwish I'm a Chattanooga choo was funkier uh Punky Brewster When I'm a FEE-farmer, PEE-plumber ???????? So ??, roll up, rewind selector I huh huh, huh huh huh, like Woodddy-Woodpecker Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle Catch me same bbbabbbbbat time and bbabbabbat channel (in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X) [Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X) [Moc Fu] Arriba arriba! Pa** the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba A new type of flow and I toast the ho, see-ya Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken n***as (Your n***as?) Yeah, my motherf**in n***as! The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows) No one knows Bo's but the emery scrolls Kick dogg pound sounds, from miles around When I AIYYYYYYYY AIYYYYYYYY it vibrates your town Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T We sneakin up on ya, watch your a** for nine-three (in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 8X) [Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (8X)