Chump - Word Up Lyrics

Yo Rupe E. Was up?
Well let me tell ya. What up?
I got the funky freaky liquid in my cup! Uh huh.

So drink it down, Son! huh?
So drink it down, Son! what?
I said you drink that funky liquid in your cup!

Mo T! Was up?
Let me tell ya! Word up!
Well there's a funky freaky party in my hut! Uh huh!

So party down son! Huh?
So party down son! What?
I said you funk that freaky party in your hut! Word up?

'Cuz I'm on the mic

I kick it down! Huh?
I pull it up. What?
'cause when I get to the bottom
I go back up. Word Up!
I pulled front side 'chicken'
And back side 'ham'
I'm layin in the pipe and getting tan. So...

The girlies they chase me with their tights on
That's why I'm driving at night without my lights on
I'm like 'strawn' and then I'm gone
Like a checkmate with a pawn and now I'm off to mow your lawn

All you suckas said I couldn't so I proved I could
Cuz like Robin Hood, I got the goods
I can throw it down because my name is Faah
I got the dope lap top but not a car

All the suckas are jealous 'cause we got POCO
That's why we're cranking it up until the heads blow
We throw the rhythm and the rhymes and now we're baking our burritos
Now we're all fingerpainting to the sound of Mo-T

'Cause I'm on the mic

1. He had a Chump face
2. He had a Chump shirt
3. She tried to take him
4. She had a tight skirt

So we're down playing pool with Ian (Ian)
Talking 'bout rain forest depletion (pletion)
So I'm wacky ouch with my pouch on da couch
Now I've got an idea, think I'll take it to the freezer
Babies lookin all right sitting at the stop light
Looking at my feet 'cause we're riding in the jeep
I like boarding and chicks like that
Buzz is my friend 'cuz Buzz is like that

James G is the man like Stan, he's got the plan
Gonna stick to it gonna pull through it
He's livin' in fear of the female clan
Cuz he saw the ring on the hand of the Boulevard man
My man's on the girl like butter (butter)
Stickin' together like Hubba (Bubba)
Hummin this song with my voice through a fan
Cause Chump's in the land, fly like Superman

Girls and Board and wallets full of green
Jeeps and snow and soap on a string
Local bands that sing really mean
These are a few of my favorite things
Rupe's up next so hold on tight
Watch him go as he explodes on site
I'm doin it up I'm doin it right
'Cause I'm Mo-T and I'm on the mic

If I was Mo-T, I would be Mo-tinian
And if I was the Bunkman I would be Argentinian
Look up and I see Mo-T drivin' in his jeep
Ladies in the back seat and ladies in the front seat
The bass is from the car, man, it's not from the speakers
'Cause we're all so poor we got holes in our sneakers
Holes in our undies and holes in our shirts
Now we're cleanin out paco fifty pounds of dirt
Pulled out four bags and another dust pan
Yo we got the drummer and the drummer is Dan
Puttin' Grooves in your head is what we consider money
Turn your head around and we'll steal your honey
Cuz my name is Rupe, I got the spike leather jacket
Got the big P.A. and now I'm makin racket
Bunk's spendin' his money on his new bass strings
Like Boulevard on his gold diamond ring
Now we're all here all the homies is back
My man Turbo says women is wack
If I was and actor I would be in the movies
I think I'm comin' down with a case of groovies

1. He had a CHUMP face
2. He had a CHUMP shirt
3. She tried to take him
4. She had a tight skirt

Yo, suckas in the hut
Well lemmie tell ya whaddap
You gotta shake that funky backside called your butt
So let me see you bust a move
Everybody feel the groove
You gotta shake it like there's something to prove

'Cause I'm on the mic