Food Fight Lyrics - Future Rhythm - Digital Underground

[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)] 

This is a federal food fight 

(You better know it!) 

That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks 

(What?! We're about to rip this shit) 

Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump 

(There's a party in here, baby) 

I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby 

(You better get down with this, baby) 

We're about to sling hot food all over this piece 

(Just nothing but a food fight!) 

Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever 

(Foood fiiiiiggghht) 

With the bacon and egg sandwich 

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[Humpty Hump] 

You ain't bringing groceries, g 

Your groove is getting rude over records 

But can you sling the food like this?! 

You better bite this 

If you wanna make the people move like this 

Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger 

Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle 

You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate 

By itself, not including all my funky condiments 

Nod your head to this and DUCK DOWN 

As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe 

Yo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melons 

Like the felons are slangin dope sacks 

So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light 

Either bring it or hide 

Cause it's about to be a food fight! 

[Chorus] 

(You need something for the food fight!) 

We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger 

(Gotta bring food to the food fight!) 

Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger! 

[Del] 

It's classic 

Slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic 

I counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks 

>From brothers who might Tupac 

Fifty-seven black [?] and lots of flows 

Fat like hippopotamoes, still caught em though 

In the face with excrements, peep my testaments 

I bring the seasoning paprika 

Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer 

Dribble up the funk in the beaker 

And, yes, about to say 'speaker' 

It leaks in your ears and years ahead 

I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls 

But I'm calling protocol, stooop! 

[Chorus] 

(You need something for the food fight) 

We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger 

(Gotta bring something for the food fight) 

Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill 

(You need something for the food fight) 

Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries 

(Gotta bring food to the food fight!) 

Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over 

[Humpty] 

Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie 

Gotta substitute the 'ouch' for the 'ooch'! 

If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butthell 

Substitute the 'ell' for the 'ole' 

Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe up 

If you was what you ate, no fakin 

My man Nate would be a plate of bacon 

My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat 

My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things 

My rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wings 

It's quite simple, if true that my temple is wrecked 

I'd be some mushrooms and cognac 

I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck bone 

Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler 

So come on with your food slingin cause I'm ready 

Bring it ­ SHUT UP! Nigga, sing it 

[Chorus] 

Bring the groceries