Monkey Suit
๐ต 2030 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:19 duration
๐ ID: 3194289
๐ Lyrics
Villain'll hold the mic like he's mean and his tummy hurt
In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
Wonderin' would you clap your hands if he was friendly?
Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin'
No tellin', slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"
DOOM all capitals, no trick spellin'
Got what it take to get it through your thick melon
(Woop, woosh)
Fresh witty city skits
When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits
Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath
For the ball to drop
Better yet, hold on to your halter top
Kept reppin', steppin' in hotta
Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta
Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you
It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru
Wylin', get me every red penny
Sold a lonely only child a imaginary enemy
When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo
He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show
This go out to all my brothers doin' long bids and sisters
Who got brothers bein' fathers to the wrong kids
Stay strong and ride like the funky flute
Won't find the villain in the street inside no monkey suit
Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra
Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car
Ask the stranger he knows who you really are
Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star
Gleaming, dreaming, screaming, he'll be off the heezy soon
Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon
In participating places tip your waitress'
A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices
Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature
Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister
Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt
Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt
You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain
Chuggin' on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain
Sane, some say he plum crazy
Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy
That's for him to know and for you to guess
Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk
A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig
Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig
In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
Wonderin' would you clap your hands if he was friendly?
Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin'
No tellin', slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"
DOOM all capitals, no trick spellin'
Got what it take to get it through your thick melon
(Woop, woosh)
Fresh witty city skits
When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits
Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath
For the ball to drop
Better yet, hold on to your halter top
Kept reppin', steppin' in hotta
Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta
Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you
It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru
Wylin', get me every red penny
Sold a lonely only child a imaginary enemy
When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo
He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show
This go out to all my brothers doin' long bids and sisters
Who got brothers bein' fathers to the wrong kids
Stay strong and ride like the funky flute
Won't find the villain in the street inside no monkey suit
Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra
Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car
Ask the stranger he knows who you really are
Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star
Gleaming, dreaming, screaming, he'll be off the heezy soon
Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon
In participating places tip your waitress'
A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices
Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature
Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister
Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt
Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt
You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain
Chuggin' on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain
Sane, some say he plum crazy
Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy
That's for him to know and for you to guess
Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk
A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig
Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.61] Villain'll hold the mic like he's mean and his tummy hurt
[00:20.09] In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
[00:22.62] Wonderin' would you clap your hands if he was friendly?
[00:25.18] Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin'
[00:28.95] No tellin', slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"
[00:32.83] DOOM all capitals, no trick spellin'
[00:35.21] Got what it take to get it through your thick melon
[00:37.82] (Woop, woosh)
[00:39.19] Fresh witty city skits
[00:40.47] When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits
[00:43.05] Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath
[00:45.24] For the ball to drop
[00:46.11] Better yet, hold on to your halter top
[00:48.15] Kept reppin', steppin' in hotta
[00:50.80] Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta
[00:52.88] Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you
[00:55.06] It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru
[00:57.88] Wylin', get me every red penny
[01:00.34] Sold a lonely only child a imaginary enemy
[01:02.78] When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo
[01:05.62] He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show
[01:08.55] This go out to all my brothers doin' long bids and sisters
[01:11.36] Who got brothers bein' fathers to the wrong kids
[01:13.52] Stay strong and ride like the funky flute
[01:15.65] Won't find the villain in the street inside no monkey suit
[01:18.75] Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra
[01:21.43] Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car
[01:23.58] Ask the stranger he knows who you really are
[01:25.94] Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star
[01:28.79] Gleaming, dreaming, screaming, he'll be off the heezy soon
[01:30.52] Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon
[01:33.64] In participating places tip your waitress'
[01:36.08] A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices
[01:38.35] Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature
[01:40.83] Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister
[01:43.73] Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt
[01:45.88] Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt
[01:48.55] You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain
[01:50.95] Chuggin' on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain
[01:53.87] Sane, some say he plum crazy
[01:56.02] Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy
[01:59.31] That's for him to know and for you to guess
[02:01.11] Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk
[02:03.84] A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig
[02:05.86] Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig
[02:08.72]
[00:20.09] In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt
[00:22.62] Wonderin' would you clap your hands if he was friendly?
[00:25.18] Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin'
[00:28.95] No tellin', slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"
[00:32.83] DOOM all capitals, no trick spellin'
[00:35.21] Got what it take to get it through your thick melon
[00:37.82] (Woop, woosh)
[00:39.19] Fresh witty city skits
[00:40.47] When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits
[00:43.05] Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath
[00:45.24] For the ball to drop
[00:46.11] Better yet, hold on to your halter top
[00:48.15] Kept reppin', steppin' in hotta
[00:50.80] Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta
[00:52.88] Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you
[00:55.06] It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru
[00:57.88] Wylin', get me every red penny
[01:00.34] Sold a lonely only child a imaginary enemy
[01:02.78] When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo
[01:05.62] He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show
[01:08.55] This go out to all my brothers doin' long bids and sisters
[01:11.36] Who got brothers bein' fathers to the wrong kids
[01:13.52] Stay strong and ride like the funky flute
[01:15.65] Won't find the villain in the street inside no monkey suit
[01:18.75] Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra
[01:21.43] Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car
[01:23.58] Ask the stranger he knows who you really are
[01:25.94] Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star
[01:28.79] Gleaming, dreaming, screaming, he'll be off the heezy soon
[01:30.52] Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon
[01:33.64] In participating places tip your waitress'
[01:36.08] A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices
[01:38.35] Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature
[01:40.83] Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister
[01:43.73] Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt
[01:45.88] Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt
[01:48.55] You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain
[01:50.95] Chuggin' on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain
[01:53.87] Sane, some say he plum crazy
[01:56.02] Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy
[01:59.31] That's for him to know and for you to guess
[02:01.11] Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk
[02:03.84] A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig
[02:05.86] Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig
[02:08.72]