(intro)

Too Phat... we comin' out like that

'99 it's on

Word is bond

(verse 1)

(Malique)

Aiyo silly... you the king of rap now really ?

But still I'll snatch your crizzown eventually

You say wassappenin' i scream back, yo whut that dilly ?

Me and Joe just the two of us like Big Willy

We be really silly, corny, funny and naughty

Special shout out to Lil' Oogie and Booboo Shorty

Crack a forty now while I'ma tell a story

Metaphoric exposatory 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 honeyss move like locomotion

Your boyfriend say that rappers 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)

Whut tha dilly whut ?... tell 'em what we all about

Whut tha dilly whut ?... gotta show 'em what we got

Whut tha dilly whut ?... hip hip-hop you dont stop

Whut tha dilly silly Billy whut tha dilly really what ?

Whut tha dilly whut ?... tell 'em what we all about

Whut tha dilly whut ?... gotta show 'em what we got

Whut tha dilly whut ?... Joe and Malique you dont stop

Whut tha dilly silly Billy whut tha 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)

Whut tha dilly ? eat jelly play witcha belly

Booboo feelin lonely ? call me on my celly

We can go to disco, coffee in a bistro

Maybe catch a plane and we go honeymoon in Frisco

(Jiggedy Jizzoe wit' tha flizzow) yeah, I usta grow an afro

'till all the gurlies said, ah man I hatecha 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 what the beef for? playa? now whacha 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 had enough

Wiggedy what the diggedy dilly what the diggey dilly what ?

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

What the heck? cut the crap, lemme rock the discotheque

And now you overdoses wit' the raps that I inject

(who supercalifragilistic?) yeah, now you know it's me

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)

And shake what your momma gave you wit' full stamina

Even if it's fake girl, just shake it like Pamela