Two Scoops Of Raisins Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Yo m[F]an, [Dm]I'm [Bb]hung[Gm]ry man[Am]
Hey what chu want man? [Bb]You want
some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil' lil' somethin' yeah yea milk
and cereal [Am]or somethin'
Somethin' [Gm]man! Just
a little breakfast food ya know?
[Bb]Mm I don't k[F]now ma[Fm]n (ay)le[Am]t's see
what I got in my cabinet
Hold on [Gm]let me see what I [Bb]got
in my cabinet
[F]Somebody [Am]hit me with a little,
baseline or groove, knamsayin'?
Yeah, breakfast food,
[Dm]uh
[Am][D][Gm]

[Verse 2]
[Am]
When you wish
When [Bb]you wish
Upon [Am]a star
Upon a [Bb]star
To follow [Am]what?
To follow what?
And where you are!
And where you are!
Party [Bb]over here, party over [D]there
Where?
[Am]Look!

[Verse 3]
I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness I'm a menace,
[Bb]so call me hip- [Am]hop's Dennis
So open wide, and [F]say (ah)
[Bb]And I'ma slide my yolk, in your [Dm]throat,
and watch [Am]ya choke
On the uh the ah the uh the

[Verse 4]
daddy long- stroke
[Bb]Stroke Long Daddy Money,
[Am]if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop,
runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney,
cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat,
top that, I'm fat troop
[Bm]Drop the loop,
then a [D]scooper hoop ya like a hula
To [Am]school a fool I present,
a church to repent
[Bm]I get you [E]Guess'n like jeans,
you're just a [Am]hill of beans
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, [F]kick

[Verse 5]
[E]The razzmatazz oh [Bb]please oh please
just give me just one more blast
I get [Am]off like Prince,
but I don't have to show my ass
Pass the [E]rest, like a test,
if you [D]slip then you'll get [Dm]ripped
With your [Am]handicapped pass route,
and "Tales From the Crypt"
I [Bm]whip on that [D]ass like [Dm]base ba- [Bb]bay
The [Gm]Sense is good- goobley- goo, ask [Am]Gravy

[Verse 6]
[E]Or [Am]LaMont, or Rollo,
down at the, Apollo
Come follow me now (BO! Where's
Sue?) I don't know
Even En Vogue,
be tellin' [Gm]me ya don't go
[Am]When it's time for show
(yea) everyone says
Ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't
be a slider
Cause I never slip,
[C]kick it like a [Am]Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo,
cause you're just [Gm]a Me[Am]nudo
Emcee gettin' chewed like vegetables

[Verse 7]
Ah [E]cabbage is a [Am]cabbage,
a [Dm]lettuce is a [Am]lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps
I bust [Bm]raps, perhaps caps,
and [D]trap the [Dm]wack tracks
Givin' the [C]max, [Am]for the minimum,
not the minimum for the max
Get more [Bm]sex than Wilt the S[D]tilt so
you can call me [E]the [Dm]Stiltest
You're [Am]takin' shorts like Arnold,

[Verse 8]
so what chu talkin bout, Willis?
[Am]Bout Willis?
[Dm]Yeah[Bb] Willis
Willis ain't talkin' about noth[Bbsus4]in'!
[Am]It's Different Strokes
Let's get back to um,
break[F]fast [Bb]foods
Because it's,
early in [Fm]the mornin'[Am]

[Verse 9]
Well you can [Dm]have your [Bb]Wheaties
You can [Gm]have your Flakes
[Bb]You can [Fm]have your Kix
And you can [Am]have your Trix
You can have [Gm]your Pound cakes
You can have [Bb]your Loops
But you still [F]gotta get your Two Scoops!
[Am]

[Verse 10]
[Em]
To keep the hot [Am]raw,
I'm rollin', [Bb]rollin'
Bowlin' spare [Am]me! Fuss ya
[E]hushed mouth mush
[Bb]Lush alco[E]hol's excessive
like a [Am]Jeffer[Bb]son
Movin' on [Ebm]up, progressive
[Bb]One time for your brain, c[E]ell
And [Bb]when I get [Gm]through,
you say, [Bb]aw hell m[F]an!
Styles that I free won't, stop til the [F]end
Paper I go [F]on and go on with the [Bb]pen[F]
[Am]Get a [Bb]max of f[F]unk,
attack or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow,
and emcees are gone with the [Am]wind
[E]Kickin' the dumber rhyme,
I'm not a print
But I'm [Bb]fresh, heat[Am]in' u[E]p like the summertime,
summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen,
but I keep you buzzin'
[Am]Like a bee,
a [E]dozen attempts is in the toilet
Cause I flush the [Am]dime an
[E]d I'm not a Leader
[Am]Cause I Busta Rhyme, a [E]rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you
+Run For Cover+ brother
But I kick it with [Am]Petey cause I'm [E]just
another mother (sucker)
Blo' Pop time (it's
Blo' Pop time)
It's Blo Pop time [Am](it's
[E]Blo' Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico
It's [Bb]seven, not [Am]six, my shirt ex[E]tra- large
But I wear, I wear I [F]wear it [Bb]well
[Am]like DeBarge
To the finish, makin' ya eye [E]pop,
like you ain't spinach
Then [Gm]it's, [Am]time to let you know
We [Gm]count it up, [Am]one two three and fo'
[F]Uh! Count

[Verse 11]
it up
[Bb]Nah we gon' count it down
Nah man, we're gonna [C]count [Am]it up
Mm, let's get back to that um[F]m,
food [Gm]tip though, the breakfast tip
Food tip? [Bb]Well you [F]just check
Cause you know what [Am]we need
What can I have?

[Verse 12]
You can [Am]have [Gm]your Life
[Bb]You can have y[F]our Bran
You can [Fm]have your Puffs
You can [Am]have your Pebbles
You can have [Gm]your Krunch
And you can have [Bb]your [F]Loops
[Bb]But [F]you still [Fm]gotta get your
Two Scoops!
[Am]

[Verse 13]
Around and round and upside down
and upside down [F#m]we go
[E]Whoa! [Am]I'ma sneak in the [Gm]front row
Not Jethro, I'm [C]not a Jethro, on skid row
I [F]don't [Gm]wear Monie's hat,
but [C]I was a monkey in the middle
[Gm]Hey diddle diddle, y[C]ou can Kibble a Bit
I take a [Gm]squat,
and booty [C]M- C's be sayin' [Gm]oh shit!
Yo, I [C]turn Bucktown [Gm]into Fucktown
You're just a field [C]goal kid,
and I'm a touchdown
[Gm]With the next point to the [C]next joint,
so tell Spike about [Gm]it
I'm all that, [C]that your bitch be
writin' home about [Gm]it
Shout it out, [C]praise the Lord, hallelujah!
This [Gm]could be love, [C]but um,
don't let em fool ya
Cause when I [E]do ya,
come down come [D]down after me come
[C]Yeah sorry Sugar Plums [Am]but um,
I gotta run
Run [Bm]Jesse Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B- [Am]boys,
fuck the Jackson 5
You jive- ass turkey,
a- pit- apitta- a- aperk be
You can [Am]get ill, but don't, hurt me, hurt me
Or urk me, cause see I'll
outsmart you like the Urkel
B- boys at the school of [Am]hard knocks,
in a circle
Pass the sess blunt,
yeah stud, you ain't know?
I want to go bang, I said,
bang- o, bang- oh bang- oh
Or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip- hip, hooray,
oh now you want to be all lovable?
Don't push or pull, or you'll see,
I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin' in but
they don't be checkin' out
I leave em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and
take your ass back to Kansas