Digital Underground The Return of the Crazy One Lyrics

The Body-Hat Syndrome Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Return of the Crazy One
  • 2 Doo Woo You
  • 3 Holly Wanstaho
  • 4 Bran Nu Swetta
  • 5 The Humpty Dance Awards
  • 6 Body-Hats, Part 1
  • 7 Dope-A-Delic (Do-U-B-Leeve-In-D-Flo?)
  • 8 Intermission
  • 9 Wussup Wit the Luv
  • 10 Digital Lover
  • 11 Carry the Way (Along Time)
  • 12 Body-Hats, Part 2
  • 13 Circus Entrance
  • 14 Jerkit Circus
  • 15 Circus Exit (The After-Nut)
  • 16 Shake & Bake
  • 17 Body-Hats, Part 3
  • 18 Do Ya Like It Dirty
  • 19 Bran Nu Sweat This Beat
  • 20 Wheee!
  • (Okay, buddy, start playing!)

    One, two
    Buckle my shoe
    Humpty what you gonna do?

    Lick lick, let me lick
    Smell, let me smell the flavor
    And taste the behavior
    The way you
    Been kicking it while the Humpster was lamping
    Fishing and camping
    Out renting boats in the Hamptons
    Eating good, working out, and giving charity
    Working on my vocal cord clarity
    Hell, no, I can't front, I been at the crib G-ing
    Slapping poontang trying to be the mack pappy
    40-dog and pina colada peeing
    Making my rounds to keep the Humpty girls happy
    If you missed me I was laying in the cut
    Wrecking big butts
    And scratching my knees
    'cause my homegirl's cat got fleas
    That's how it goes
    The beat flow-flows
    Yo peep the new color of my nose
    Representing how we been living
    That's how it is
    I'm not the biz
    But if I was to pick a booger
    It'd be a big fat gooey gold plated loogie
    But I was born a yankee so I use my hanky
    The way I wear my clothes freaks the hos 'cause I'm lanky
    Speaking of hankies, I like hanky-panky
    Especially when the hanky-panky's stanky
    Of course ain't gonna be too much stanking
    'cause then my duty would be to give the booty a spanking
    I like biscuits and grits on the sausage
    And so you know it's me, I wrote some nonsense
    Hova glova nivlan blizman glaze niull

    The return of the crazy one (you think I ain't?)

    Psycho alpha, that means the crazy one
    Gold nose lazy one
    Skill to kill
    I never worked I never will
    I'm the original high yellow rich rigger bum
    Hookers getting mad 'cause they can't make me come
    Around their way
    Addicted to the way that I play
    I like to chew bubblegum
    Make them laugh when I'm loving them
    I blew a bubble and some Bubble-Yum
    Got caught up in the booty
    I thought it was the end of her
    Gabriella needed an enema
    So I put away the broom
    And we broke out the vacuum
    Sort of like spring cleaning
    Humpty Hump's leaning
    Into the groove from the fat beat
    The pimp slap beat
    The yo my head is nodding 'cause I'm hooked like crack beat
    And it just ain't releasing me
    The beat's obesity
    So fat that it makes me shout
    Ah ha this beat's got gout
    Not from the worms, from the pork
    That you eat with a fork
    But it weighs about a ton when it plays
    Back to the honeys
    The play-booty-bunnies
    You know what's real funny to me
    When they get up for the downstroke
    The look on their face when they almost choke
    On the lean butter bean brown hamhock
    I got the joke in the chamber and the gun's cocked
    It's time to pull out my funny bone and get ready for the fun

    The return of the crazy one

    Five, six
    Humpty's sick
    Seven, eight
    Just too late
    To get the man the help that he needs

    Yo, how about some butter beans?

    Written by: Gregory E. Jacobs, Jeremy Jackson, William Earl Collins, Bernard Worrell, George Jr. Clinton
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING

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