Freestyle Fellowship - Hot Potato lyrics

[Hook] Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Don't tip this my man Ya know we fit's the jam So [rogan?] where's the plan Before sh** hits the fan A show gets ripped again We did a round, rhyme, a riddler, reiterate A written word, a rhythmic arithmetic, ridiculous, meticulous, Gift to give You know me when you blew me With your bit, lift your lid Of the tip sound, around town So boogie down with the brothers that will rock your party Jump up, spin around, and sock somebody Yeah We like it when the beat be bumping And you throw your hands in the air Now He might, she might, get night Damn, right by way We write, they fight, we fight Fight, right, by light Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship Crew They may say, he be me We all look alike, we all know Tricky rhyme flow all on cue And we're hardcore too Oooh [Hook] Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato We seen a potato about 50 feet high We thought to ourselves we could make some fries Grabbed our potato cutter and our knives An started cutting them mother(f**ers), down to size That's when we opened up the Fellowship shop Had sweet potato pie, and tater tots by the [wop?] Grand opening, tater town That's where we met Ms. Hashy Brown She ain't the type of ‘tato to be be pa**ed around Cuz her potato skin is smooth and her (a**) is brown [Mykah Nine] Now since my baby left me I ain't been quite as healthy So I went to Alpha-Beta Got a sack of fat potatoes Cuz I thought that could help me Mercy me! Where's my potato? Mercy me! (Sweet potato pie!) Mercy me! (Potatos au gratin) Mercy me! (Curly fries.) [Hook] Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Now 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, fo' 5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato, mo' 8 potato, 9 potato, 10 potato, po-tata Can't find the way to Idaho! Create a potato, We got a cradle at the door Afraid of tornado potato and tomato woah The Fellowship shop blew up, and what for' So we can get ya ketchup when ya fresh up out the flow [Mykah Nine] Whoa, I'm I'm I'm the Mykah Nine And I can't fi..i...ind the [sweaty buddy never galore?] Mi..i..ine more potato rinds So I can dip my tip in the skins all the time [Self Jupiter] Hot potato, hot potato, hop on the table {Pull a mike inflatable?] Au gratin, Edible hot tomato Waiter wait Serving a plate, stay awake How about a taste, test Yes, take it to ya local [DJ's?] and bake it [Aceyalone] Well once I see the Mexican fruit fly On my neighbor's ‘tato tree What did he say to me Maybe I should go inside and call him and tell him what's popping Or kick back and let the potato go rot Because it ain't a fruit Potato is a root And Mr. Potatohead is in a tato suit So I peel off the skin, put it in a pot Now I got my tato salad, soup, chips and chops [P.E.A.C.E] My shop is by the harbor I'm the barber of Potato town Come on down and let the man get down The mo ‘tatos come through The mo I'm paid Have you ever tried to give a baked potato a fade? [Hook] Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato Hot potato, pa** the potato [Outro] Freestyle fellowship in the house Doing it like this in 92' Ganjah K m.c in the house