Northern State - Mother May I? lyrics

Mother May I? Allow myself to introduce myself I'm Hesta Prynn Let me begin I like my coffee With lots of gin And you could always tell what kind of mood I'm in Cause I let it out, yo Spero turn it out Okay it's S-P-E-R-O fool Gonna get on the floor and lose my cool I believe in Northern State and the golden rule Now Sprout's gonna take y'all back to school My name is Sprout ne Now call me Tasia Mae And don't miss the buffet at my birthday soiree Cause I'm a workaday gourmet I sautee and flambee And puree from Broadway through Norway and the UK If you like my wordplay then enjoy my essay And forget the throughway cause we rep the parkway And I've got cache and a blue beret And I'll wear it while I ballet in your chalet Mother May I? Yes you may. I'm at the ice cream social and I'm having a ball I'm giving pounds to y'all I'll rhyme in Espanol O te lo digo in italiano tambian Cuz I'm a guinea hen just like Sofia Loren I'm gonna start my weekend right at the Friday fish- fry Diggin deep in the books for some rhymes gone by And I'm working on my tan getting nice and rotund And you can write that check directly to my smoochies fund In a state of confusion eating Asian fusian I've been thinking hard and if you'll pardon the intrusion I'll be coming like Joan Rivers and the fashion 5-0 Cuz I'm meeting fashionistas everywhere I go Complex times call for complex rhymes y'all A lime to a lemon said a lemon to a lime I spend my time riding MTA So get off your high horse Don Quixote Mother May I? Yes You May. We may not win a Grammy but it could be a Tony You might have seen us live on the isle of Coney Take the long way home b/c I like to roam Enjoy a lemonade spritzer with Eliot Spitzer I'm sippin watermelon daiquiris and sippin mojitos Pa** the guacamolito gonna do it our way like Carlito And I don't know why water on wood just makes it dry So many contradictions don't know what to believe But I'm large and in charge so just call me Boss Tweed And now you're watching Spero like I'm on demand And I'll give it to you just how you like it man Chuck Brody's at the board he's turning tasty knobs Yo while we dropping bombs, why don't you ask your moms? I said there ain't no stopping and there ain't no doubt We kick it all about, auf wiedersehn, we out