featuring Phife Dawg



La Schmoove yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)



[Poc Fu]

Yo when I was small they used to tease me

because my hair was peasy hard and greasy

But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy

So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)

Is it because I'm rockin beats beats beats

Fu Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done

Now we in there like swimwear girls callin me hon

Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex

Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT

I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion

which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style

Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks

I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks

For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk

as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke

Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.

cause I ain't got nuttin to prove



La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)



[Chip Fu]

'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci

Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora

adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe

Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop

With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!

Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son

I don't think so, so take a look at

a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee

ba schnicker bah snchnucker

I ams what I ams that's all what I ams

My lyrics are never done

I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd

Al Bundy the Bud Light stud

Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness

Moc and Poc is, my witness

Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead

I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble

Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ

These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ

Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread

You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop

and I don't stop drop, I get props

I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion

and all MC's jaws drops down

My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin

Rippin MC's to smithereens to their

ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS

So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip

You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"

So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?

Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it

Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew

La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!



La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)



[Phife Dawg]

Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow

Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so

Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills

I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill

Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE

And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE

But I chose to pursue, in a field called music

And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it

Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps

Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS

Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss

and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross

As small as I am, I still can pack jams

Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam

Not tryin to say that no one can get with me

Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery

Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice

My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice

Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore

Now that you got what you want, do you want more?

(UHH!) Because I got more in store!



La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)



[Moc Fu]

MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child

I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile

Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere

'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair

Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this

Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous

Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin

Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin

I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK

I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop

The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan

The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East

Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo

Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle

No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE

No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE

Write, the ca-pital, M.O.

Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show

Ir-regular styles is here too

Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake

Not Alexander but considered to be Great

Great, but, like the Grape Ape

Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break

Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken

Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token

I guess not, cause you pause for the cause

You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws

Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels

Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!



La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (8X