Ub40 - Hip Hop Lyrical Robot lyrics

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Ub40 - Hip Hop Lyrical Robot lyrics

(chorus) Can you dig it, alright i can dig it Cause i'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat Yes i'm your hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat I want the girls to hear me rap Cause this mc has got the nack I'm your body-popping shell shocking Girls hocking eye popping lick me all over like a lollipop I'm your juicy fruit Alright, alright, alright I said hey white man, indian or black I'm your number 1 mc and that's a fact I'm a goodloocking, girl hooking outstanding Mile chatting lyrical shock attack All mcs freeze there on the spot One false move and you must get drop I'm always devastating, fascinating Videmaking, pinstaking, watch it man i'm hot (chorus) Its a struggle in life when your skin is black The system is designed to hold you back How s'ya do shle hands on the shoulder a pat One love to my face then a stab in the back Seven points in snooker when you put down the black But i still thank god for the little i got (chorus) I don't stop rapping to the musical beat And i'm in the mood to turn you on In the groove thats so complete Wind you hips, shake your body Or clap you hands even stamp your feet Just like a bed thats just been spread You know i'm neat, neat, neat Just like a tap that's running hot Man can't you feel the heat Not just now but every minute every hour Everyday and every week I don't give a hoot for loot and shoot Or prostitutes in skin tight suits Standing on the corner They call their beat I'm not a pimp drug pusher Gambler or even theif To the teachers i will preach And to the teachers i will teach Cause i'm a hip hop lyrical robot That is why so unique Well police and theives are playing The game of hide and seek When an imformer gives imformation Then its called a leak I jail your a number ruled by govenor Screws keep you under, wanna see you blunder When they say "sit" just take a seat And when they say "food" it's time to eat If a screw says "n******g" i don't answer Yes sir, no sir three bags full sir Sometimes inmates would even call me a growler Me a growler, i'm no growler (chorus) Well i'm a hip hop lyrical robot I don't stop rapping to the musical beat Well i'm a hip hop lyrical robot and a red cool cat

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