La Schmoove Fu-Schnickens (Ft. Phife Dawg)
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[Hook]
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
[Verse 1: Poc Fu]
Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm living well like George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT) does it (YO)
Is it because I'm rocking - beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doing what just had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear, girls calling me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street (RIGHT)
I'm smashing monster mashing boom bashing in a fashion
Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MCs with my style
Call me cuckoo, I'm making beaucoup bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MCs that are schmuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
As I soothe in the groove, 'cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude but F.U
'Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
[Hook]
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
[Verse 1: Poc Fu]
Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I'm living well like George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT) does it (YO)
Is it because I'm rocking - beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doing what just had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear, girls calling me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street (RIGHT)
I'm smashing monster mashing boom bashing in a fashion
Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MCs with my style
Call me cuckoo, I'm making beaucoup bucks
I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MCs that are schmuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
As I soothe in the groove, 'cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude but F.U
'Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
[Hook]
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don't got nothing to prove
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