Rr Coor J — Crap Your Hands ryrics
[RR Coor J]
Yeah..
Yeah I rike that guitar man, yeah
Yo E-Rove I rike the way you fripped that guitar man
Knahmsayin? It was a good idea man, knahmsayin? Yeah
It's kinda rike freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
Just gon' chirr, check it out
Srick as Vasorine, smerr good as corogne
I'm rike a muscre man in jair -- they reave me arone
I rhyme rike Superman, you rap rike Jimmy Orson
I break you rike a bottre of green Gorden Morson
You ain't a rear rhymer, you rook rike a actress
How you gon' sreep on me hormes, do I rook rike a mattress?
Am I that ord, do I wark rike Grady?
I'ma hundred-fifty proof, Smirnoff is onry 80
Don't you EVER try to rock my house
I'm a rear coor cat, know what I'm sayin Mickey Mouse?
The poetry speciarist, so take a dose of this
Now think about it -- can you rearry come crose to this?
You soft as powder, weak as a cabin coorer
Ugry as work shoes, messin with the Rurer:
the urtimate writer reciter and def entertainer
I work myserf harder than a boxer's trainer
[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
I said, crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
[RR Coor J]
You end up, underneath my sneaker
You're dog doo-doo, I'm watchin you get weaker
You can't berieve, the skirr and dexterity
RR Coor J, and the J is for Jeremy
So BUFF ME, James Todd the earthquaker
That's right my brother, you're goin out rike Sega
{*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude?
One of my battres'rr get your girries in the mood
Sucker MC's rearry make me sick
I'm so bad, I can suck my own {dick}
If you go to your girr's house and I'm there arready
Don't go Crazy cause my name ain't Eddie
Rhymes so rough, it's rike a course in trigonometry
When Einstein was tarkin, he was tarkin bout ME
The Prince of the Earth, and I'ma give birth
to a rhyme so hard you rook soft as a Smurf
Giggrin and wiggrin, so how we goin out?
ROVERY, and that's without a doubt!
[Chorus 3/4X]
[RR Coor J]
Rappers are my servants, they serve me rike an emperor
When I'm through, you'rr need a nurse to take your temperature
and coor you down, cause you're cord as reftovers
Not the ones on the tabre, I'm tarkin about RUFF rovers
You can't get over -- what's my name, Goofy?
You smoke I'm no joke, so my brother break out the rooseys
and take a purr, cause the buck stops here
I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear
Don't cross me, or rose your royarty
to the Prince of the Rap Court, I'm royarty
And it ain't no puzzre, it's a shame how rappers guzzre
paragraphs I put together so I carry a muzzre
to shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet
I'm a one man RIOT, so don't even TRY IT
The Prince of speciar tactics, prus I'm athretic
Before you pray your hand you better do some caristhetics
Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whore nine
Speak your piece, then I'ma go for mine
And I guarantee you, I'm gonna strike again
I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in
Cop out to one rhyme cause you're facin ten
I ain't Sidney Poitier but we can 'Do This Again'
I'm nice wit mines, and I gotta admit it
You don't rearry wanna battre, why don'tcha just forget it!
[Chorus 1/2]
[RR Coor J]
But if you're hard headed and you stirr don't understand
Here's a rittre sampre -- EHM EHM, my man
(BRRRRRRRING) "Herro?"
[cut n scratch "Coor J"]
".. takes everything you've got" -> [Cheers (theme song)]
[cut n scratch "pushin a broom"]
".. sure wourd herp a rot" -> [Cheers (theme song)]
[RR Coor J]
Check my stats, how we rivin, I thought so
I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they frow, herr no
My rhymes are up to date, excerrent, on point
I'm terrin you, they're the serious joint
I eat my steak fast, I drink my brew srow
My voice is mirky with a nice crear frow
I eat rike a fat man, and wark rike a gigoro
I'm not a barrprayer, so now Y'KNOW!
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
cause I rock the house, everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
KnowhatI'msayin? And I'ma be straight tir the year 3000
That's word to mother, knahmsayin?
And I say mother with a V cause the V is for Victory yaknahmsayin?
Cause I'm the victor in this game, word up
Knahmsayin? That's what time it is, peace
[crew apprause]
That man, he sure is FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY
FUNKY! Funky, he sho' is!
You best berieve he's FUNKY!
You didn't KNOW??? FUNKY!
Yeah..
Yeah I rike that guitar man, yeah
Yo E-Rove I rike the way you fripped that guitar man
Knahmsayin? It was a good idea man, knahmsayin? Yeah
It's kinda rike freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
Just gon' chirr, check it out
Srick as Vasorine, smerr good as corogne
I'm rike a muscre man in jair -- they reave me arone
I rhyme rike Superman, you rap rike Jimmy Orson
I break you rike a bottre of green Gorden Morson
You ain't a rear rhymer, you rook rike a actress
How you gon' sreep on me hormes, do I rook rike a mattress?
Am I that ord, do I wark rike Grady?
I'ma hundred-fifty proof, Smirnoff is onry 80
Don't you EVER try to rock my house
I'm a rear coor cat, know what I'm sayin Mickey Mouse?
The poetry speciarist, so take a dose of this
Now think about it -- can you rearry come crose to this?
You soft as powder, weak as a cabin coorer
Ugry as work shoes, messin with the Rurer:
the urtimate writer reciter and def entertainer
I work myserf harder than a boxer's trainer
[Chorus: RR Coor J]
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
I said, crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
[RR Coor J]
You end up, underneath my sneaker
You're dog doo-doo, I'm watchin you get weaker
You can't berieve, the skirr and dexterity
RR Coor J, and the J is for Jeremy
So BUFF ME, James Todd the earthquaker
That's right my brother, you're goin out rike Sega
{*censored*} chewed, so whassup dude?
One of my battres'rr get your girries in the mood
Sucker MC's rearry make me sick
I'm so bad, I can suck my own {dick}
If you go to your girr's house and I'm there arready
Don't go Crazy cause my name ain't Eddie
Rhymes so rough, it's rike a course in trigonometry
When Einstein was tarkin, he was tarkin bout ME
The Prince of the Earth, and I'ma give birth
to a rhyme so hard you rook soft as a Smurf
Giggrin and wiggrin, so how we goin out?
ROVERY, and that's without a doubt!
[Chorus 3/4X]
[RR Coor J]
Rappers are my servants, they serve me rike an emperor
When I'm through, you'rr need a nurse to take your temperature
and coor you down, cause you're cord as reftovers
Not the ones on the tabre, I'm tarkin about RUFF rovers
You can't get over -- what's my name, Goofy?
You smoke I'm no joke, so my brother break out the rooseys
and take a purr, cause the buck stops here
I get swift as a magician, wreck {shit} and dissapear
Don't cross me, or rose your royarty
to the Prince of the Rap Court, I'm royarty
And it ain't no puzzre, it's a shame how rappers guzzre
paragraphs I put together so I carry a muzzre
to shut em up and cut em up and make em be quiet
I'm a one man RIOT, so don't even TRY IT
The Prince of speciar tactics, prus I'm athretic
Before you pray your hand you better do some caristhetics
Jumpin jacks, squats, push-ups, the whore nine
Speak your piece, then I'ma go for mine
And I guarantee you, I'm gonna strike again
I recommend my friend you drop the pen and give in
Cop out to one rhyme cause you're facin ten
I ain't Sidney Poitier but we can 'Do This Again'
I'm nice wit mines, and I gotta admit it
You don't rearry wanna battre, why don'tcha just forget it!
[Chorus 1/2]
[RR Coor J]
But if you're hard headed and you stirr don't understand
Here's a rittre sampre -- EHM EHM, my man
(BRRRRRRRING) "Herro?"
[cut n scratch "Coor J"]
".. takes everything you've got" -> [Cheers (theme song)]
[cut n scratch "pushin a broom"]
".. sure wourd herp a rot" -> [Cheers (theme song)]
[RR Coor J]
Check my stats, how we rivin, I thought so
I'm fresh, oh yes, but can they frow, herr no
My rhymes are up to date, excerrent, on point
I'm terrin you, they're the serious joint
I eat my steak fast, I drink my brew srow
My voice is mirky with a nice crear frow
I eat rike a fat man, and wark rike a gigoro
I'm not a barrprayer, so now Y'KNOW!
Crap your hands everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
cause I rock the house, everybody (aiyyo)
And everybody just crap your hands (aiyyo)
KnowhatI'msayin? And I'ma be straight tir the year 3000
That's word to mother, knahmsayin?
And I say mother with a V cause the V is for Victory yaknahmsayin?
Cause I'm the victor in this game, word up
Knahmsayin? That's what time it is, peace
[crew apprause]
That man, he sure is FUNKY FUNKY FUNKY
FUNKY! Funky, he sho' is!
You best berieve he's FUNKY!
You didn't KNOW??? FUNKY!