I'm Shittin' on 'em Songtext
von Funkdoobiest
I'm Shittin' on 'em Songtext
I can do the somber
Like in November
Then rock a crowd while I′m in my pajamas
Like Tito Puente
I am muy caliente
Fuck Kunta Kinte
Cuz Son is the sensei
I funk with the black belt
You better step back hell
I can Get Smart
Just like Agent Maxwell
I don't give a fuck G
Hey hey we′re the Monkees
I'll rock a rhyme to the end of the month see
I go on and on
Like a marathon
I sing like Sarah Vaughn
But like the underground
I flip through some kung-fu
You know that I've come to
Freak the ill shit
You just can′t undo
Chorus:
Son, get it funky (I′m shittin' on ′em, shittin' on ′em) (4x)
Son, get it funky (yo, I'm shittin′ on 'em)
I can get symphonic
Like Harry Connick
Or the Philharmonic
I'll drop atomic
Vocals, solo
Like Sonny Bono
I got you babe... but who′s got the pornos?
I′m iller than a wino
I'm not an albino
I charge like a rhino
You put me in a?
When I rob shit, bomb shit
Some say I′m obnoxious
I don't give a fuck
I′ll make you feel nauseous
Row, row your boat
Gently down the street
I'll take you all out
With my funk doobie team
I got the skills, kid
Like Rumplestilskin
I put out gold, get smooth like Jackie Wilson
Singin′ soprano
Move to the piano
Hey, where's the?
Our shit will be in?
Chorus (4x
I shoobee-do-pop
Hip hop like Sinatra
I spray my Binaca
Then shake my maracas
Hey, it's the swinga
Fuck a humdinger with a finger
Yo, it′s the ultimate singer
Kumbaya, yo kumbaya
Like Belafonte
But what′s Del Monte?
I kicks the flava
The ill funk behavior
Sick like polio
Wild like a rodeo
Out there in Kansas
Punk, check the classic
Get your ass kicked
So hop in the casket
I'm rockin calipso
Who′s got the Nabisco
I cook like Crisco
I pump the ill disco
Chorus (8x)
Like in November
Then rock a crowd while I′m in my pajamas
Like Tito Puente
I am muy caliente
Fuck Kunta Kinte
Cuz Son is the sensei
I funk with the black belt
You better step back hell
I can Get Smart
Just like Agent Maxwell
I don't give a fuck G
Hey hey we′re the Monkees
I'll rock a rhyme to the end of the month see
I go on and on
Like a marathon
I sing like Sarah Vaughn
But like the underground
I flip through some kung-fu
You know that I've come to
Freak the ill shit
You just can′t undo
Chorus:
Son, get it funky (I′m shittin' on ′em, shittin' on ′em) (4x)
Son, get it funky (yo, I'm shittin′ on 'em)
I can get symphonic
Like Harry Connick
Or the Philharmonic
I'll drop atomic
Vocals, solo
Like Sonny Bono
I got you babe... but who′s got the pornos?
I′m iller than a wino
I'm not an albino
I charge like a rhino
You put me in a?
When I rob shit, bomb shit
Some say I′m obnoxious
I don't give a fuck
I′ll make you feel nauseous
Row, row your boat
Gently down the street
I'll take you all out
With my funk doobie team
I got the skills, kid
Like Rumplestilskin
I put out gold, get smooth like Jackie Wilson
Singin′ soprano
Move to the piano
Hey, where's the?
Our shit will be in?
Chorus (4x
I shoobee-do-pop
Hip hop like Sinatra
I spray my Binaca
Then shake my maracas
Hey, it's the swinga
Fuck a humdinger with a finger
Yo, it′s the ultimate singer
Kumbaya, yo kumbaya
Like Belafonte
But what′s Del Monte?
I kicks the flava
The ill funk behavior
Sick like polio
Wild like a rodeo
Out there in Kansas
Punk, check the classic
Get your ass kicked
So hop in the casket
I'm rockin calipso
Who′s got the Nabisco
I cook like Crisco
I pump the ill disco
Chorus (8x)
Writer(s): Allen Toussaint, T Ray, Junior Vasquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com