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The Vibes Lyrics

Album/Collection: Ill Communication
Online Since: 07-Nov-2002
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I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
     I said I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCan
     And the you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
     You've got the elephant feet like Les McCan
     Up the crack of dawn I'm on my way
     We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay
     'Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand
     I'm changing my middle name to first Trem
     I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite
     I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be
     You ask whatever happenened to the rappin' duke
     I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth
     taking care of my functions still smokin, up the shrubery
     I stopped eating chicken 'cause the shit was too rubbery
     Produce organic from my own yard
     Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

     Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
     Waking up my long joint, ready to get some
     Looking at my board and my old boots
     Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth
     And on the court I've got game like my brother Matt
     I give a shout out so where you at
     But don't get souped Mathew 'cause I'm a take ya
     Horatio Park right now and I'm a shake ya
     Give me the fresh count 'cause you know that I'm stressed out 
     I need some inspiration so get the best out 
     Like Rock Master Scott, I'm on the request line
     Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time
     Good vibes flowing all around
     Not a worry in mind as the friends around
     A shout out to Linda riding pow forever
     Well the Bird is the word and you're as light as a feather

     Well I smoke a bag of rat weed 'cause I don't care
     and I'm waking old ladies out their underwear
     I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties
     I'm giving, it to grandma making her crazy
     I might be a white boy but I'm no goofy
     Got beats like Bobalou on "I Love Lucy"
     I'm not like the Skipper on "Fantasy Island"
     I'm more like Captain Shtupping when I go back whylin'
     The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot
     or S.T.H. when they let me back at the Deuce
     'Cause I can't get enough of that funky stuff
     When the going gets rough ain't going out in the sluff
     Down with Bubble Gum and Ninth Creation
     Get down we've got the sound sensation
     Kid Fresh is back from the 80's
     And we're doing it for the ladies


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