Too Phat - Whutthadilly (Original Demo Mix) LYRICS

(Intro)

Too Phat… we comin’ out like that

’99 it’s on

Word is bond



(Chorus)

Whutthadilly, what?

Whutthadilly, what?

Whutthadilly, what?

Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?



(Verse 1 - Malique)

Aiyo silly… you the King of Rap now rilly?

But still I’ll snatch your crizzown eventually

You say wassappenin’ I scream back, yo whutthadilly?

Me and Joe, just the two of us like Big Willy

We be rilly silly, corny, funny, and naughty

Special shoutout to Lil’ Boogie and Booboo Shorty

Crack a forty now while I’ma tell a story

Metaphoric expository allegories

Derogatory or maybe I can make it mushy

Moshi moshi baby come and hoochie koochie wit’ me

Boogie woogie wit’ me groove wit’ no commotion

My rap styles will make honeys move like locomotion

Your boyfriend says that rapper’s one helluva fella

Makin’ my gurlie spin like a helicopter propeller

Too Phat, my rhymes need a liposuction

Malique and Joe, now you can skip the introduction



(Chorus)

Whutthadilly, what?

(Tell ‘em what we all about)

Whutthadilly, what?

(Gotta show ‘em what we got)

Whutthadilly, what?

(Hip hiphop you don’t stop)

Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?

Whutthadilly, what?

(Tell ‘em what we all about)

Whutthadilly, what?

(Gotta show ‘em what we got)

Whutthadilly, what?

(Joe and Malique you don’t stop)

Whutthadilly silly Billy what the dilly really what?

(Malique)

Attention, attention, can I have your attention please?

Wack emcees drop to your knees

Sit back and learn how to make the ladies scream

I reign supreme like Prince Naseem, nahmean?



(Verse 2 – Joe Flizzow)

Whutthadilly? Eat jelly, play witcha belly

Booboo feelin’ lonely? Call me on my celly

Baby we can disco, coffe in a Bistro

Maybe catch a plane and we go honeymoon in Frisco

(Jiggedy Jizzoe wit’ tha Flizzow)

Yeah, I used to grow an afro

Till all the honeys sayd, ah man, I hate your hair bro!

So now I’m baldy, be hunky and funky

Rockin’ microphones and makin’ people jumpin’ monkeys

Jungle junkies, baboons, orang utans

Your style goes mine comes like a boomerang

(So you say you keepin’ it real?)

Nah, I’m just keepin’ it right

You claimin’ hardcore soundin’ like a transvestite

Wannabe gangsta rapper cause you got the gore

But can’t even say ‘she sells seashells by the seashore’

So whut the beef for? Playa? Now whutchu got?

Just grab the mic and make it ha hot ha ha hot



(Break)



(Verse 3 – Malique)

Ay baby bubba, wanna get down wit’ a hip hopper?

Your momma calls me son but you can call me poppa

Baby bite a BK Whopper booboo bop your head and stuff

And when you crack and wreck your neck you know you had enuff

Wiggedy what the diggedy dilly what the diggedy dilly what?

You actin’ siggedy silly I’ll give you a coco butt

What the heck? Cut the crap, let me rock the discotheque

Abd now you overdoses wit’ the raps that I inject

(Who supercalifragilistic?)

Yeah, now you know it’s me =Ž

And everybody in the party wanna get wit’ me

Cause I’m the illest, baddest disco voodoo dadda

And if you wanna bust a move then booboo make it proper

(bounce, bounce, bounce, like the man from the big VA

I ain’t got all day, shorty better swing my way)

Now shake whutcha momma gave you wit’ full stamina

Even if it’s a fake girl, just shake em’ like Pamela



(Repeat chorus)