[Kool Ass Fashion]

Yeah, check it out, here we here we go
The Beatnuts is in the house
For the 90s

Beatnuts is in the house
J-U-J-U, is in the house
My man L, E-S is in the house
Beatnuts are the best, you know we're in the house
Kool Ass Fash, is in the house
Third of the trio, is in the house
And I'm about to flow, and turn it out
So here we here we go (Fashion Ju and Les I make a third of the trio!)
Check it out

Pa-pa-pa-presto magilla, ya slim gorilla
Ya baby monkey - Don Fashioney gets funky
On the or, F or, a big score - better believe Kool Fash has m-met more
I'm going d-d-d-d-deep with styles so s-sweet
We roll up into your van or catch when ya sleep
Slurred some words, through with a stutter
So smooth on the horns, I was the real b-b-butter baby

No D-I-S respect I meant but with enough low flows, who's ???lent
Catch my scent, fuck a wave
That ass of a hey or wind up in a grave (grip-a-grip-a-grave!)
Soft and shallow, but never hollow
Eat up tried swallow but fail to follow
The O-R-I-ginator, who's greater? Huh, tip the waiter? I'll see you later (later!)
Chorus

Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum X2
Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio

Fiddly fi, fo fum - ha! Call me famous
Now who can blame us, for kicking anus (World Famous)
So mic check 1, 2, effects I run through
Diggity did what I done, not the one little son, you
Copy the cat that, started the fat track
D-d-drop the dreads from the head now do that jack
Sex appealing and what I'm feeling
You can feel on the alarm but no woman I'm stealing
I'm not a crima-nim-minal, that's what I said in the first short
But I smoke Joes and make dough as a sport
So hop off James, you no names you can't win
Cause if you fuck with Kool Fash, diggity Das - the end

Chorus

Fiddly fi, fiddly fy, fiddly fo, fiddly fum X2
Fashion, Ju, and Les, I make a third of the trio

I seen my man Kico, and got Purrico
Then hit the slopes with little hops and Chico
Crack! The biddy iddy up to consume
A crazy hit of that boom without doom in my room
But knock knock, who's there? Hope it ain't a burglar
Lucky me, it's my bin-oys with Masta and Sugar
Now time for some chick stick, a 40 and picnic
Got the ? herb, but what chick will I get with
Femme fatale, slim dim and figure
Got my hand on the trigger, if she has n***a
So sleep on this get slapped like a miss
I drop punks pull out dilack and piss
Kool, Ass Fa-na-na-fashion
Peace, I'm ghost, that's all - I'm done
Check it out, a little bad-da-da-ass track, bad-da-da-ass track
You know, you know, you know
Juju, turns it out
Psycho Les, turns it out
My man V.I.C., turns it out
Chi Ali, you know he turns it out
A Tribe Called Quest, turns it out
The Late Show (?), turns it out
De La Soul, turns it out
Black Sheep, you know they turns it out
And I'm ghost!