La-di Da-di Lyrics - Mindless Self Indulgence

To all the stupid people and the rest 

You are about to witness something you've never witnessed before this 

but ladies and gentlemen Kenny Muhammad and his lucky two members of Little Jimmy 

(impossible to hear this part) 

in the place to be we're gonna show you how to do it for the year 2005 

kicking it, and are you sick all the mothers like in their world 

because we need to continue to rock stop his modem cold to minimize the scene 

cutting out all the lyrical coherence because we know how to up-upload it 

this is a Paul mix man we all wish underworld set this no good moment 

and ya'll know us that's when we run into something like this 

La-di-da-di da-di-da-di we likes to party-party 

We always causing trouble-trouble bothering everybody 

We are just just some men up on the mic 

When-when we grab the pitch, YO WE GRAB THAT SHIT TIGHT 

Fuck all-a-y'all who's going to Hell 

Just keep on smiling and enjoy yourself 

'Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy-conditionin' 

That's what we create, because that be our mission 

So listen close to what we say 

Because (WHAT) this type of shit happens every day (WHAT) 

this type of shit happens EVERY DAY (WHAT) 

THIS TYPE OF SHIT HAPPENS EVERY DAY 

I woke up AROUND two in the MORNIN' 

Did a lot of COKE, strechin', YAWNIN' 

Went into the BATHROOM to wash UP 

Put the soap on my face and my hand on my crotch 

Said, mirra-mirra on-on the wall, who be that top-choice of-of them all? 

There was a rubble-rubble-dubble 

Five minutes it lasted. The mirror said... 

You are you conceited bastard! 

Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef 

And so I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth 

Change my clothes, spark my hair 

I busted out the brand new Gucci underwear 

And for all the little girls that I might take home, we have 

The Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne 

Fresh dressed like a million dolla's 

I wore the high tops and pop the flat colla' 

Stepped out the crib, stopped short 

Ahhh, nawww shit, God damn 

SHIT I FORGOT MY FUCKING CANGO 

Dammy-dilly-dally, me run into an alley 

Got me busted into me old girl Shaniqua from the valley, (uhh-huhh) 

God damn bitch played hard to get 

So I said, what's up girl, you look like shit 

Don't cry, dry your eye 

Sally tells her momma, you all better hide tonight 

Because her mom stepped up from behind 

Hit her in the FACE, stabbed her in the EYE 

Punched her in the BELLY, stepped on her FEET 

Slammed the girl on the hard concrete 

Oohhhh BITCH was STRONG, momma's GONE 

Something seemed WRONG, now what is going on 

I tried to bust it up, I said, stop it, leave her 

She said, if I can't have you, she can't eitherrrrrrrrr 

She grabbed me hard, grabbed my cock 

I broke out like I had the chicken pox 

Momma gave chase, she caught us quickly 

She put her fucking finger in the face of Little Jimmy and said, 

Why don't you give me some play 

Stop avoiding me like you is gay 

I wet my pants whenever you say 

Oohhh bitches love me cause they know that I can (beat box) 

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, can't you see 

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me 

I love your faggy ways, I guess that's why you're always getting laid 

Oohh on and on and on and on and... (WORD) whatever (SHAKA-ZULU) 

I said, (PLAYED OUT) I'm gonna give her a kiss 

I said, you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss 

She said, no you are not, then she starts crying 

I said, I'm 18 and she says stop lying 

Seriously, go ask my mother 

And with your wrinkled pussy, you can't be my loverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 

POW 

Okay people, we're talking about Kenny Muhammad 

The Human Orchestra, I'm not jokin' ya know 

He's wicked, he's livin', he's vibin' 

With the hardcore verbal beatery 

Beatbox criminal, top of his category 

That's a little something special for your Mindless CD