Yabadabadoo

[Featuring Red Hot Lover Lover Tone Rob Swinga]

Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone

Diggedy da di la di da di baby there's a party

But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu

You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati

A hundred million women want to Tone up their body

And I can never pass up a chance to romance them

Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome

So money take a tip if you flip and you slip

You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips

So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb

And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb

Every morning breakfast in bed is served

Cause on women I have an affect like a quadra verb

So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes

Shot em all dead when they try to test

So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win

If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M.

So can I get a shout

Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out

Yabadabadoo

Verse Two: Chubb Rock

Wow look at the size of his chest

Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home

Before the little kitten throws a stone

The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop

Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism

Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he

The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one

Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh

He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy

Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set

Caught nuff wreck

The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher

Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn

I cram to understand the plan ma'am

I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now

Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow

Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow

For a strong sequel word up to the people

The people; you mean power to them

While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha

He's buzzing, cummin at cha

And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics

While I kick it and you hear it

Even Helen Keller word up can hear it

From the rustler lyrical hustler

The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster

Yabadabadoo

Verse Three: Rob Swinga

Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat

Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap

Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab

I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad

Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum

And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done

I'm nifty powerful like an M-60

And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy

Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would

And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should

When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X

Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex

And style or position is my selection

But I won't play without my contraception

Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill

If worse comes to worse then I use no frills

So check it check it check it check it check it one two

Yabadabadoo