Sneakin’ Up On Ya Fu-Schnickens

[Hook: Chip Fu]
Sneakin' up, sneakin' up
Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya
Sneakin' up, sneakin' up
Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya
Sneakin' up, sneakin' up
Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya
Sneakin' up, sneakin' up
Creepin' up on ya, creepin', creepin' up on ya

[Verse 1: Poc Fu]
Check the shit that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin'
It's groovy; slammin' like my man Scottie Pippen
Sly like a fox, I kick the shit that rocks
I'm Golden with the Glove, but nice with the shots
Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow
(The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow
I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun
Showin' gratitude, but my attitude is kind of rude
I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar and
Sit back and stare while I'm cha-cha-cha-charrin'
Watchin' Boogie Down, when they used to put me down
Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
Sparkin' like a welder, hunt ya like I'm Elmer
Embarass your ass like JJ does to Thelma
Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don't touch the mic
*whoosh whoosh whoosh* Yeah, I'm out like three strikes