el sancho (ontario) - hot naked yogurt lyrics
(verse 1)
everybody get your spoons out for a taste of the flavor
i carry rhymes and ammo in place of a razor
jet something quick in the chase for the paper
let’s cut the sh+t and get straight to the chaser
never get vexed off my salary digits
with a style so ill, even realilty bit it
pulling all the right cards like i’m dealing a hot streak
some of the local legends were real and then got weak
except a select few i know to be smashing
we’re taking this over in an orderly fashion
hold your horses, i tackle obstacle courses
trials and tribulations to stop and smell the orchids
i’ll spend time touring and i’ll spit a few raps
but i can’t rhyme orange if it is the new black
these cats at fm ain’t never digging new tracks
but even your d+mn yes men consider you wack
(chorus + x2)
every time i come around (hot naked yogurt)
every time you turn around (hot naked yogurt)
fresh from the underground (hot naked yogurt)
now tell me what it tastes like (hot naked yogurt)
(verse 2)
all salute to the captain of this ship of fools
i carry on with no class like kids skipping school
running around looking for trouble through a telescope
bringing out the fire before you can even smell the smoke
so you can wonder no more about who runs the show
some of these rappers are runnin’ jokes, barely hangin’ on from a rope
these mumbling dopes are the opposite of h+lla clever
dumb f+cks like a booty call from helen keller
the silent k!ller by night with sunglasses on
in the thick of action, get it crackin’ till the crack of dawn
past padawan, wield the mic like a magic wand
on my way to the bank, who wanna laugh along
party at the moon tower, and i’ll bring the brews
sick with it, catching a cough and shingles too
show y’all a thing or two live in high definition
strap yourself in from this first mic check and listen
(chorus + x2)
(verse 3)
i only know what i peep with my own two
rolling with the winners, yes, i keep with a known few
you know who we are, and if you forgot the name
i’ll be p+ssing on wet cement on the walk of fame
been all around, coming with nothing you’ll ever hear
surrounded by madmen charged on belvedere
cheers, and if we ever get caught taking over
we’ll hit ’em with a dosage of hot naked yogurt…boom!!!!
tell me what it tastes like
i said, tell me what it tastes like
(chorus + x2)
(outro)
i said tell me what it tastes like (x2)
don’t you know what it tastes like?
i already told you what it tastes like
i said the yogurt is hot, and it’s also naked, oh yeah (x2)
cause it’s nude like that, it’s nude like that
it’s nude like that, and it’s nude like that
did i mention it was nude like that?
i think i mentioned it was nude like that…
every time you turn around…
and every time i come around…
and it’s fresh from the underground….
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