Fu-Schnickens - Sneakin’ Up On Ya
[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
[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 2: Chip Fu]
My lovely and lengthy dreadlocks be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that's slippin' and lyrically limpin'
At your Pinocchi- nose
I'm budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad
Budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty
Sufferin' sucotash, spittin' my lyrics wild like D- Daffy
So pass the blunt so I can really try to figure
How I learned this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver
Maybe way down upon a swampy river!
Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon
Ain't th- th- that- that somethi- ni- ning
And then -n I found- fy-fuck-a-five feet of linen-en
I pop eyes like Bluto, ah-how you like judo?
Not Hong Kong Phooey, I chop like some suey
Like doc Bruce Banner I got struck by gamma
So don't- don't you cry- cry for me oh Susannah
Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and your mamma
That you got the right one, baby, eh-heh!
I'm freakin' the stuttering style, black, just for one reason:
I think it's wabbit, nah-uh duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season
Awww shut up and button your lip, it's MC season dagnabbit
And oohoohoohoohooh (whattup Chip?)
I hate rabbits! (shhh)
Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip's about to drop a hot potato!
'Yumpin, 'Yimminy Jiminy Cricket kicks it
Rugged and rough shit like this silly wabbit
I got 'nuff tricks to kick, but I'll chill instead, 'cause
What a wicked- what a wicked- what a wicked- style I, uhh, kicks it
So, uhh, rugged, rugged, rugged, rugged
Rough is how I flips it- flips it *hiccup*
Crazy like a weirdo *cough* my flow's very ridiculous
Like frosted Lucky Charms my shit is magically delishwish
I'm a Chattanooga trooper spunky, a Punky Brewster
Without no fi- foul ups, b- blunders, b- bleeps or bloopers
So holla, pull up, rewind selector
I huh huh, huh huh huh like Woody-dy Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same b-b-b-bat time and b-b-b-bat channel
[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 3: Moc Fu]
Arriba, arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I'll toast the ho, see-ya
Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger
Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggas (yo niggas?)
Yeah, my motherfuckin' niggas!
The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows)
No one knows Bo's but the M-O reads scrolls
Kick dogg pound sounds from miles around
When I *dog squeal* it vibrates your town
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We sneakin' up on ya, watch your ass for nine-three
[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
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
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
[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 2: Chip Fu]
My lovely and lengthy dreadlocks be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that's slippin' and lyrically limpin'
At your Pinocchi- nose
I'm budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad
Budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty
Sufferin' sucotash, spittin' my lyrics wild like D- Daffy
So pass the blunt so I can really try to figure
How I learned this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver
Maybe way down upon a swampy river!
Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon
Ain't th- th- that- that somethi- ni- ning
And then -n I found- fy-fuck-a-five feet of linen-en
I pop eyes like Bluto, ah-how you like judo?
Not Hong Kong Phooey, I chop like some suey
Like doc Bruce Banner I got struck by gamma
So don't- don't you cry- cry for me oh Susannah
Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and your mamma
That you got the right one, baby, eh-heh!
I'm freakin' the stuttering style, black, just for one reason:
I think it's wabbit, nah-uh duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season
Awww shut up and button your lip, it's MC season dagnabbit
And oohoohoohoohooh (whattup Chip?)
I hate rabbits! (shhh)
Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip's about to drop a hot potato!
'Yumpin, 'Yimminy Jiminy Cricket kicks it
Rugged and rough shit like this silly wabbit
I got 'nuff tricks to kick, but I'll chill instead, 'cause
What a wicked- what a wicked- what a wicked- style I, uhh, kicks it
So, uhh, rugged, rugged, rugged, rugged
Rough is how I flips it- flips it *hiccup*
Crazy like a weirdo *cough* my flow's very ridiculous
Like frosted Lucky Charms my shit is magically delishwish
I'm a Chattanooga trooper spunky, a Punky Brewster
Without no fi- foul ups, b- blunders, b- bleeps or bloopers
So holla, pull up, rewind selector
I huh huh, huh huh huh like Woody-dy Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same b-b-b-bat time and b-b-b-bat channel
[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 3: Moc Fu]
Arriba, arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I'll toast the ho, see-ya
Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger
Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggas (yo niggas?)
Yeah, my motherfuckin' niggas!
The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows)
No one knows Bo's but the M-O reads scrolls
Kick dogg pound sounds from miles around
When I *dog squeal* it vibrates your town
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We sneakin' up on ya, watch your ass for nine-three
[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
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
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