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feat fu schnickens cb4 - sneaking up on ya (feat. fu-schnickens) - cb4 lyrics

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chip fu’s verse is a strictly a best guess

(sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up)

creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya

check the sh-t that i flips scuba dip doobie dippin’
it’s groovy, slammin’ like my man scottie pippen
sly like a fox, i kick the sh-t that rocks
i’m golden with the gloves but nice with the shots

don’t try to put me down, i don’t feel pain and sorrow
(the sun will come out)
yeah, tomorrow, tomorrow
i bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun

showin’ grat-tude, my att-tude is kind of rude
i walk with a frown while i puff my cigar and
sit back and stare while i’m cha-cha-cha-charrin’
watchin’ boogie down, when they used to put me down

now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
sparkin’ like a welder, punch ya like i’m elmer
embar-ss your -ss like gigi does to thelma
quick to cut your throat, hey boy, don’t touch the mic

(whoosh, whoosh, whoosh)
yeah, i’m out like three strikes

(sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up)

creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya

my lovely lengthy dreadlocks, be roastin’ on an open fire
twisted tongue that’s slippin’ and lyrically limpin’
at your pee-nocci-nose
i’m budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad
budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty

sufferin’ sucotash, i let lyrics fly like dee daffy
so p-ss, the mug so mike can try to? figure
when learnin’ this foolish, foolish lyrical style i deliver
maybe way down upon a swampy river

far far away
(hooray)
yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon
and ain’t dat somethin’ dindindin?
and then iii found
five-fy, a f-ck five feet of linnenen

i pop-eye’s, like bluto, ah-how you like judo?
not hong kong, fooey, i chop like, some suey
like the bruce, banner, i gots a programma
so don’t, don’t you cry, cry for me, oh susannah

tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and your mama
that you got the right one, baby, eh-heh
i’m freakin’ the stuttering style like just for one reason
i think it’s wabbit season, nah-uh duck season

wabbit season, duck season
wabbit season, duck season
wabbit season, aw, shut up
hey b-tton your lip it’s mc season dagnabbit
and ohhw, ow, ow, ow, ow
(whatup chip?)
i hate rabbits

(shh)
be vewy, vewy quiet, a hunting we will go

hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio chip’s about to drop a hot potato
yumpin’, yimminy, jimminy crickets kicks, kicks
some rugged and rough sh-t like this
silly wabbit ain’t got ’nuff trix to pick

but i’ll chill instead ’cause for the big kid
for the big kid for the big kid’s how i, uhh, kicks it
yo ahh, rugabugit, rugabugit, where’s was the mic?
it’s in the freezer, freezin’ like like a raider
my flow’s very, ridiculous

like frosted lucky charms my sh-t is magically delish wish
i’m a chattanooga choo was funkier, uh, punky brewster
when i’m a fee-farmer, pee-plumber [unverified]
so?, roll up, rewind selector
i huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, like woody-woodp-ck-r

peace to victor bramble, too hot to handle
catch me same babat time and bababat channel

(sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up)

creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya

arriba, arriba, p-ss the boom to m-o smokes the cheeba
a new type of flow and i toast the hoe, see-ya
flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger
don’t believe in guns so the fist become the trigger

i roll in the hood with my fu-schnicken n-gg-z
(your n-gg-z?)
yeah, my motherf-ckin’ n-gg-z
the m-o throws blows
(blows)
obnoxious type flows
(flows)

no one knows bo’s but the emery scrolls
kick dogg pound sounds, from miles around
when i, aiy, aiy, it vibrates your town
peace to diamond d, flavor u n i t
we sneakin’ up on ya, watch your -ss for nine three

(sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up)

(sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up
sneakin’ up, sneakin’ up)

creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya

creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya
creepin’ up on ya, creepin’ creepin’ up on ya

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