Body-Hats (Part Two) — Digital Underground

Money-B

Show me a cat, wouldn't hesitate to skin it Now they're puttin words in it, so now I need a Body-ody Hat For my mouth, (roof! roof! roof!) is the sound Cause the clowns keep doggin me

Saafir

I need a Body-Hat, it'd probably be fat If I could get two-for-one with the poems intended In comes the cream from under the spleen So I scream, I dream (what a nut), ooohwee

Humpty-Hump

Maaan, the heebie-jeebies I see The rhetoric and chatter that I hear It's got my mind and my body in fear I feel like suin, primetime radio Keeps doin me in the ear

Shock G

The TV's trying to gee Shockalock's mind And Shockalock's [???] got a Body-Hat, blind I'm not so I block brainwashed nuts with the bag Like TV on the rag

Shock G

She used exchange the head but now Instead, she just wanna rub me down

Humpty-Hump

Yo, my woody wants to get into the flow But I said no, you gotta wait for the Nose to go

Shock G

They used to be quick to lick, the tricks But now they just wanna rub em down

Protect yourself against FADES: Falsely Acquired Diluted Education Syndrome

Money B

When it goes down you don't get burnt you get smoked What up, Doc? Murder she wrote was the verdict Heard it ain't safe anymore, sure, jeez Or could it be that I'm the disease locked in my Body-Hat Protected from you or you from me Or us, whatever, birds of a feather together I'm too clever, America ain't with it

Saafir

Gotta get that head up out A wider thing, can I swing, without a doubt Get lubrication, my news station places me in a limbo state Wait, things stay hard, things stay hard, things stay hard My erection decks it with an uppercut Straight to the jaw, watch my pelvis bouncing the butt Squeeze my bosoms (titties), oh yeah But don't put the cock on the chopping block