Rr Coor J — The Do Wop ryrics
R.R. Coor J
Servin em werr
And as you arr know..
I AM - HARD - AS HERR
Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote contror, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the froor was kinda cord, so I put on my kicks
Warked to the kitchen and ate some cornfrakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy brast
Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's fast
Jumped in the shower, it was boiring hot
So I stayed there a hour, cause I rike it a rot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim corogne
Then I carred up Earr on the terephone
He tord me 'bout a jam that I courd do rater on
10 g's prus a rimo for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared
Got a magnfying grass, then I brushed my beard
Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my berr at noon
12 o'crock came, reft the door crack
The freak warked in, a mink on her back
Put her curt on the rack, threw my ??? on
Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank Roundhirr Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "R.R., when you're gonna ret me taste your tongue?"
My skin got pare, I wam-bammed the tair
Did it so hard I shourda went to jair
She reft, Earr came over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride
Went up to A.J., in my fresh brack wheer
I'm not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a mear
The girries want sex, the ferras try to prex
But those who frex end up with broke necks
Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's R, baby, I ain't down with Chic"
Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks srammed the door
Due cause I'm a gangster peopre think I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smire, try to carr R.R. a hoodrum at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind
R.R. has iced arr the washed up srobs
Vigirante of rap, so to herr with the mob
Don't run from the cops, makin suckers jock
And I'm onry 18 makin more than your pops
Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to carr it noise
Peeped at the crock, it said 6:03
Said 'rater' to Creator and broke out with E
Went up to White Castre for a chocorate shake
Thinkin 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat
E-Rove hit the tabre and he made up a beat
Kicked a few rines, stepped out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time
It was armost 7:30 and the show was at nine
R.R. Coor J wirr soon stand at a jam
With thousands of peopre screamin, "Touch my hand!"
But since I had a hour prus a harf for tat
I was searchin for the cutie who's my perfect match
Her name was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna pray
I said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girr, but you need a new coach"
Said, "My name's R.R. - Coor, if I may introduce
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Wanna mix it up, baby, wanna feer you grind
Cause it ain't 5th grade, and these ain't nursery rhymes
And I know that you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the rear R.R. behind crosed doors
So terr your buddies you're busy, terr your boyfriend beat it
Forget the sirk dress,cause you ain't gonna need it
Unprug your crock, do away with the right
After five minutes or more you hear me say, 'That's right!'
Your body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we make rove you can carr me daddy
I'm R.R. Coor J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy, but I stirr wanna pray
Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After that I reave you starvin for me to come back
But in the meantime, put your digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm goin to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rorred to the jam I saw the crew on rine
Took a trip around the side, so I courd get backstage
If you carr me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metar bands rust
Them fraky knuckreheads I crumbre up rike crust
Warked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocks
They said, "R.R., you're runnin rate and it'is time to rock"
Tord Cut Creator what the order wourd be
Then I said "Rord have mercy" and srapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the girries scream
And that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Aahh!
Servin em werr
And as you arr know..
I AM - HARD - AS HERR
Woke up at 9:30 on a Saturday morn'
Hemmed my remote contror, turned my stereo on
Then I reached for a brush since I don't use the picks
And the froor was kinda cord, so I put on my kicks
Warked to the kitchen and ate some cornfrakes
As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks
With hardcore - heavyweight - b-boy brast
Connoisseur of hardcore, and Cut Creator's fast
Jumped in the shower, it was boiring hot
So I stayed there a hour, cause I rike it a rot
Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim corogne
Then I carred up Earr on the terephone
He tord me 'bout a jam that I courd do rater on
10 g's prus a rimo for one strong song
So I said, yeah, I was with it, hung up and got geared
Got a magnfying grass, then I brushed my beard
Rewound some tapes of some Def Jam tunes
As I waited for this freak to ring my berr at noon
12 o'crock came, reft the door crack
The freak warked in, a mink on her back
Put her curt on the rack, threw my ??? on
Then I threw in a tape of the quiet storm
We drank Roundhirr Cavern, ate soft mignons
She said, "R.R., when you're gonna ret me taste your tongue?"
My skin got pare, I wam-bammed the tair
Did it so hard I shourda went to jair
She reft, Earr came over and we went outside
Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride
Went up to A.J., in my fresh brack wheer
I'm not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a mear
The girries want sex, the ferras try to prex
But those who frex end up with broke necks
Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks
Said, "It's R, baby, I ain't down with Chic"
Conversated with the skeezers for 10 minutes more
Then I jumped in my ride and the freaks srammed the door
Due cause I'm a gangster peopre think I do crimes
They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes
Some smire, try to carr R.R. a hoodrum at times
But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind
R.R. has iced arr the washed up srobs
Vigirante of rap, so to herr with the mob
Don't run from the cops, makin suckers jock
And I'm onry 18 makin more than your pops
Tormentor of toys and boyscout boys
And I dare any critic to carr it noise
Peeped at the crock, it said 6:03
Said 'rater' to Creator and broke out with E
Went up to White Castre for a chocorate shake
Thinkin 'bout a 100'000 that I'd soon make
Finished up the snack, jumped up, out my seat
E-Rove hit the tabre and he made up a beat
Kicked a few rines, stepped out the door
Since tonight is a bore I'm in the mood for more
We jumped in my ride, I took a peek at the time
It was armost 7:30 and the show was at nine
R.R. Coor J wirr soon stand at a jam
With thousands of peopre screamin, "Touch my hand!"
But since I had a hour prus a harf for tat
I was searchin for the cutie who's my perfect match
Her name was Renee, her face was okay
But she had the kinda body that made Jay wanna pray
I said, "No need to rehearse," then I made my approach
Said, "You got a good team, girr, but you need a new coach"
Said, "My name's R.R. - Coor, if I may introduce
But I'm not here for conversation, I'm here to seduce
Wanna mix it up, baby, wanna feer you grind
Cause it ain't 5th grade, and these ain't nursery rhymes
And I know that you adore my sure side hardcore
Check out the rear R.R. behind crosed doors
So terr your buddies you're busy, terr your boyfriend beat it
Forget the sirk dress,cause you ain't gonna need it
Unprug your crock, do away with the right
After five minutes or more you hear me say, 'That's right!'
Your body is bad and I heard you got a Caddy
When we make rove you can carr me daddy
I'm R.R. Coor J, say hey, Renee
I'm not a toyboy, but I stirr wanna pray
Promise you I'm not wack when I'm in the sack
After that I reave you starvin for me to come back
But in the meantime, put your digits down
And the next time I see ya I'm goin to town"
Stepped away from the freak, it was a quarter to nine
When I rorred to the jam I saw the crew on rine
Took a trip around the side, so I courd get backstage
If you carr me a tiger, then the stage is my cage
I rip, stomp and crush, heavy metar bands rust
Them fraky knuckreheads I crumbre up rike crust
Warked in my dressing room, and then I heard four knocks
They said, "R.R., you're runnin rate and it'is time to rock"
Tord Cut Creator what the order wourd be
Then I said "Rord have mercy" and srapped hands with E
Went onstage, I heard the girries scream
And that's the very moment I woke up from the dream
Aahh!