MC Hammer - The Funky Headhunter (1998) by MC Hammer (보컬) on maniadb.com

It's all good
- Hammer
1994

(Hey...)
(It's all good)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?

(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?

(Uh huh, it's all good)

???????????????????
Call the game.
See,
I can refrain,
From usin' what we get paid,
Since I'm going freak,
?????? make your rump shake.

'Cause I'll rape
Vanilla flavor,
Let's be straight.
(heh, sellout)

I'm talkin' about,
??????? good CDs.
I'm the one M.B.

You wanna meet the peach?
I'll put you like Hippos,
In the backseat of my Caddy,
You'll be callin' me Hammer daddy.

I'll work you like a slave,
Misbehavin' you were gonna,
?????????????

Hit the streets,
Caught up in your deuce,
And I was ready to predict it all,
Honkey tonk double,
?????? just a trick, huh!

They put me in next to a ??????
I can't whip,
Along with the ????
And then the preacher,
Yo find me on the video award.
For all war,
For all the sirens and music awards.

And it's all good.

(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?

(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?

(Uh huh)

It's all good!

The joker's been talkin',
To talk that talk,
You gotta walk that walk.

Oh, the Hammer man's talkin',
So enter the dragon,
And once you burned up,
Those ???? caught in a ditch
And my bandwagon.

Suckers,
We build party a week,
You're in a hot seat,
When I start talkin' to ya.

And when I see ya,
As ????, man
I mean that hook took ya out,
And it came from Oakland.

Check it,
Log on to kill this message.
You ????? know me,
A D.O.D.
(You always were in hole, see)

You're supposed to be talkin' ???
But I'm calling your bluff, trick,
I thought you knew,
Everyone still can't touch...

This.

It's better than average, bro.
I'm not the average Joe,
With the average flow.

???? to do thangs,
That you wish,
You could.

You're talkin' about a miff,
But I don't even trip,
'Cause it's all good.

(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey....)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all good)
(It's all good)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all good)
(It's all good)
(It's all good)
Y'all ready for this?

(Uh huh)

I'm fed up,
So I gotta set 'em up.
Not gonna never, ever let 'em up.
I'm like a tricky back kick,
I ????? read 'em up.

However, if you wanna swing,
Then we can get 'em up.
Black cheek,
You're weak.
You're meat.
You're tryin' to grow feet,
????????????? like hell.
First, I'm ????????

Talkin' about my mama's pride,
Brother line, bread,
????????????????????

I said, "Joe don't"

I'm a goin' to blow your mind.
So!

Since I'm not the one,
Who for real,
I feel the need to tell ya,
If you wanna be,
You gotta be real.

If you feel my way,
Like I used to say,
Homeboy, you better pray,
Just to make today.

I know what it is.
???????????????
Keep sayin',
We don't find work, then,
I don't wanna ??????
So you figured I'm a sellout.
When we meet up on the street,
Then we'll see who bail out.

And it's all good.

(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all...)
(Hey...)
(It's all good)

(It's all good)
Y'all ready for this?
(Uh huh, it's all good)

Pumps and a bump, Pumps and a bump, we like the girls with the Pumps and a bump!

Just when I thought could I hit another one
So up jumps see me with the pumps and a bump
All stiggitty stiggity girls, getting on my good nerves
Looking like ice cream ready to be served
Wreck it, check it, can I get in it
If you wanna kick it with a G baby here's me
Cause I come equipped, I'm a pimp, a slippity slip, I suppose you take a trip

Pumps and a bump, now many say a big butt
But if you're hip you know that it's a phone crud
It's making the brothers go crazy in the 2-G
Shake like a bottle girl fine as wine G
So when I here I got a step (to a fine thing)
Never been a coward (cause it's a eastside thing)
Just step right up to the girl with the big butt
Tell her what's up you got the pumps and a bump

Ooooh! Everyone for the rest of your life there's a girl fucking tight!
Ladies! All everyone there's a man who is tight who can hit it all night!
We gotta get the pumps!

I don't like 'em stiggity fat! (No!)
I like 'em stiggity stacked (Yeah!)
You wiggity wiggity wack if you ain't got biggity back (Awwww!)
So when you hear the rump shaking on the dance floor
Keep you bottling get your eyes and get hypnotized
But a nigga like me will dance up to some chopping and chewing
Keep em bottling you know I keep 'em bobbing
I put my fingerprints all over that rump
I'm guilty as hell but I love the pumps and the bump! (Ow!)

one mo' time, Hey! I gotta get my, get my one mo time! +4

I'm goin fo' mine, one mo time. I'm gettin my goals accomplised while the others sit back and wind. And none of y'all can fade me so don't even try, cause i'm the best at what I do and i'm a tell you why. So you see i'm too legit too ever quit, I started gaining momentum when they put me in the mix. You'll feel my power, The stage i'll burn it up. So put it on the hammer, then people'll burn it up, to the records who tryed to diss this is on yo face, i'll turn this mutha out leave you lookin disgraced. Bet you can't touch, and now you regret fo calling yourself a pet instead of something wet. Now brothers went long, it's still the same song, while people rollin' on, your crew is gone. You know I got it started with a kickin' gold rhyme, suckas betta' pray cause it's hammertime. One mo' time.

Chorus +4

Check I peepin over there if the fellows give me ten minutes, i'll bet you i'll be in em', Cause growin on the high street taught me how to get em'. I grew on em' so tight i'm known to hight em' and quit em'. See I step to her, She's mine in a matter of minutes, It ain't how long you talk it's what you put in em'. Spittin this game so cold and you tellin' me that i'm not able to pick up this freak, well you fail to see. The hard nigga is what they call me, and every year i'm at the player's balgee. Whenever i'm next you can prepare to see a show, and whenever it comes to breakin' it up you know i'm lettin em' win the net. And i'm the man in command, so i'm puttin em' in their place, and if she's lookin for handouts then get outta' Hammer's Face. I'm not the type to wine and dine, but i'm freak to blow your mind, so I guess i'm goin fo' mine, one mo' time.

Chorus +4
Hold Now, Take me To The Bay

I'm Gainin momentum from the 90's to the bay, and everywhere I went, I made the people say Heeeeeey! I'm makin' em' all amazed in every phase, and rap fools i gotta serve em', but this time the Hammer gotta hurt em'. State to state after partyin' in Casinos, Doin, and tryin that, lougin in Reno.
I got it started in Bangcock and rocked Barbados, and watched Holyfield know em' out in Vegas. City after City I left the people in shock, You betta' have believed I left the whole place rock. And I love the way that the money just rolls out, fifteen hundred cities every one of em' sold out. Private jets, good times and bad times, suckas be tryin' to diss so i'm comin' with mad rhymes. All of these things often come to mind, but guess what y'all? Here comes the payback to her. Im doin' it one mo' time.

Chorus +11

I'm givin it to em one mo' time. Heeeeey

Dah dah dah

[Chorus: x2]
Sleepin' on a master plan
(Sleepin' on a master plan)

When ya sleepin', yet I'm creepin', ya see
(When ya sleepin', I be creepin')

Check it out
Sleepin' on a master plan, but yet and still
I got skills to come hard like Shaquille
Check the grammar, Slow your roll, Here comes the quick flows
Hammer too legit flows, They need us from the get go
Uh, back in action
Time for some rhymes, For some ends so my pockets'll be fattened
Matter of fact, In a couple minutes I'll be paid again
Another phat lp to be made again
Hammer, Hammer, I am!
Hype like mike, So you can say I'm the

Jam!

Smooth as satin concrete as stone
Take my time to rock a rhyme, Once again it's on
Take two, One two three different M-C's
They really can't see me

Who?

You can't touch this, So rush this oh slow temp flow
MC Hammer, Untouchable mental flow

[Chorus: x4]

I'm too legit to stop, I got more flows to kick

I kicks it, I gets wicked like that and this

It's so many things that's confusing
Ya diss, ya losin', ya don't know the different flows I be using

So uh

Remember, Timber is filmed down
It's time to let em know hammer's comin' back around
So knock knock to the boogie ya don't stop
I got a couple more lines to drop
On the one

Too many underestimated

On the two

They can't believe what I created

Am I smooth?

I don't think so

And that's too real

Can ya feel it?

I drop hits like Holyfield

Damn

Take my time before I start composing
It's like this, It's like this is how it goes and
Now ya know whenever ya seein' the hammer rollin'
Bet he roll, Hold I roll rollin' through Oakland, Oakland

[Chorus: x4]

Now

I done seen a lotta people go from one to ten

Really dough

Hammer'll wreck it from beginning to end
Comin' direct, Check yourself or get checked
Step, I kicks back and I collect
I recollect, That my technique is tight
It's unknown what the average M-C might write
I'm ice colder, So diss at me, You're going under
Believe me, Ya man ain't Stevie so don't wonder
I hammer M-C's for tryin' to go against this
Me against no six, Or face the consequence
For tryin to get in my position

For all those who're essential, so

To all y'all backwards untalented unactive wanna be hard rap stars

Now is this too much?
The fact that they can't touch this

I'm unmatched, Never mediocre
Tell batman hammer's loonier than joker
Uh, So quick to jump up
That macker fama lama hammer grammar'll have things pumped up
Fool, I thought you knew

What else would you expect from a g that's kickin' game to you?

It's like one two, I'm pretty sure you can't tell it's dope
You try to diss but couldn't see me wit a telescope

[Chorus: x5]

[Repeat: x4]
Sleep wit it, Sleep wit it

Keep sleepin' on a master plan

Yo ham, whassup, man?
Whassup, B-Down?
Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there talking junk about you, man?

Oh, you talkin' 'bout them rap fools?
Oh, you know how they do it, man
They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back
But you know, Traitors got to go
I can't even fade 'em

Yeah, so what you gon' do, man?
I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said

It's the one you can't touch, pump it up, turn it up
A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold
And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold

I was born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks

The hammer don't hurt 'em days are over
These are the days of the payback, payback
I'm up on the hill lookin' down
Biggidy phat rap track number one pound for pound, punks

Yeah, you runners, beware of Hammer
The funky headhunter

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said

Ya tried to play me soft, now ya set it off
If ya got something on ya chest, let it off
'Cause we can get it on, don't let the dance steps fool ya
'Cause if I catch ya slippin', I'ma have to do ya, do ya

One to the chin, another to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some claiming towns that they ain't even from
Some claiming they hard, but never shot a gun, Bustas

Yeah, you runners, beware of Hammer
The funky headhunter

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said

Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies that I know that they said

Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back
Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back
And watch those suckas play dead

Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them B's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause east oak town didn't raise no punk

So sit up, get up, girls they get lit up
Check it, Hammer came with the unexpected, I wrecked it
Quik, I gets mad wicked, I didn't check the rhyme
'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it

And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son
Talk is cheap, it's time time for some action
Gonna make you eat every word that you said
And a trick like you would end up dead, Red

But another talk about the moms and the pops
And when the joking stops, I'ma knock off ya block
And watch ya body drop the ya album straight flopped, Fool, Fool

Trick runner, beware of hammer
The funky headhunter