Dead On It Lyrics

Riding in my Thunderbird on the freeway 
I turned on my radio 2 hear some music play 
I got a silly rapper talking silly shit instead 
Sayin’ the only good rapper is one that's dead on it 
Uh, dead on it 
Shall we go back? (Yeah!) 
Let's go 

Negroes from Brooklyn play the bass pretty good 
But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should 
A mackin’ fro is better when U got a blue bonnet 
And the 2 and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it 
Funky dead on it 
Uh, dead on it 
Shall we go back? 
Let's go 

Funky dead on it, wow 

See, the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone deaf 
Pack the house then try 2 sing, there won't be no one left 
On it 

Parking lots on fire, brothers peelin' outta town 
They say in disgust, been singin' their guts 
Rappin' done let us down (down, down) 
We got 2 be dead on it 
Dead on it (Dead) 

All the sisters like it when U lick 'em on the knees 
Don't believe me? (No) 
Do it once then stop 
They'll be beggin’ please, please, please (please, please, please) 

Shoo bee doo wa, dead on it 

What does that have 2 do with the funk? Nothing! 
But who's payin’ the bills? 
If U don't wanna lick my knees 
I'm sho' your mama will, uh 
Cuz we, cuz we, cuz we dead on it 
De..de..de..de..de..dead on it, on it 

La, la, la, la 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la 

My bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got shit on me 
My nickname's Hellzapoppin’, I'm badder than the wicked witch 
I got a gold tooth cost more than your house 
I got a diamond ring on 4 fingers, each one the size of a mouse 
They dead, they dead on it 

(Asses is crackin’) {x2} 

La, la, la, la 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la {x2} 

Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the 3 
U know, U know I'm busy, 2 scizzy 
Can't nobody fuck with me! 
Cuz I'm dead (on it, on it, on it) on it 

(Shoo bee doo wa wa, dead on it) 

Dead on it, on it, on it {fade out} 
Dang, dang, dang, dang (Dead on it) 
Shoo bee dang, dang, dang, dead on it 
Dead, dead on it