Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Yo Aceyalone, do ya know? Do ya know?
Well here we go... Hotcake dough,
jellybean, banjo, candy sto' (store),
polka-dot backpack, microphone,
shamma-lamma-ding-dong doggie bone.
Chiwee-chiwee chop, bust a flip-flop,
skateboard, tennis shoes, ice cream shop,
telephone poles, bakin' hot rolls,
a '91 Pinto sittin' on Vogues.
Bubble gum, tick-tock, hound dog fleas,
cockle-doodle-doo-doo, and some hog head cheese,
leap out the room, grab the old broom,
eat a watermelon and walk on the Moon.
Cherry Coke, canteloupe, little old maid,
a big black berry inside the Kool-Aid,
a bass guitar, a old fruit jar,
a green canteen, and a chocolate bar.
Cannonball, baby doll, football fan,
I flipped a mad dog, and a Japanese man,
a double bunk bed, a 40 to the head,
now get up and watch me rap The Cornbread.
HEY! I hear ya!
Yo Aceyalone, I hear ya!
Well, have ya ever kilt (killed) a great white shark? Well, I have.
I was on a boat I built and sailed around the world... Don't laugh.
Yeah I was a crook, n'...
Met Captain Hook, n'...
Got took, n' a captive wrote a book in...
Thirty one thousand chapters...
Yeah, yeah that's it... I seen The Ghost of Boggy Creek.
I went to Fantasy Island, Gilligan's Island, and Pirates' Peak,
and then to Napa Valley, Rappers' Alley, and stayed a week.
I met a queen of all of my dreams, and we danced cheek-to-cheek and then we freaked.
Had a fight with King Kong, Godzilla and Rodan,
Johnny Socko's Giant Robot, and wrestled with Conan.
I jumped in a rocket with Davy Crockett and headed for No Man's Land,
and landed, and seen a Time Bandit in the sand.
I travelled with Gulliver, and I'm in a gullible lover hooker patrol,
looking for the Acupulco pot of gold.
He blazed, I raised. Little bastard got me floated.
Hit the road, had to hitch with a son of a bitch who turned into a toad
You ever step on Blueberry Hill? Well I will.
I had to connive and cook and clean for a meal, and that's real.
Planted three Jolly Green bean weed seeds in a field with a tree.
Grew... all the way up to the sky and i smoked it.
Well I seen Zig-Zag as he was zooming in his Z,
looking zirked and zany like a Zulu zombie.
He thought he was a zenith with a zebra on his zit...
He was a-buzzing in a zone like he was zapped.
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Bullshit!
Well, jingle-bell, jingle-bell, sugar on toast.
The Fellowship Shop is from the West Coast.
Hey, hash and eggs, crocodile legs.
I'll bring The Chronic, you bring the kegs.
Buckwheat and Stymie's down with Rodney Allen Rippey,
while Tommy and Annica's beating up Pippy.
Karate chop, Snap, Crackle, Pops.
You do the hip thing, and I'll do the hop.
Cough up a loogie, shake, break, and boogie,
'cause I got a homegirl that's giving out noogies.
Mr. George Bush was on my flo' (floor),
cracked-out, butt-naked, watchin' "Cosby Show".
Hey! Little Rascals, Eddie Haskell,
Black eyed peas with a lot of Tabasco,
Chico Stix, big fat chicks,
old reruns of "The Jefferson(s)" hits.
Eenie, meenie, miney, Moe, Larry, and Shemp.
Slide me some skin on the black side, pimp.
Training bras, holey draw's (drawers).
Vonte and D-double-E are breakin' all the laws.
Double Dutch, afros, parakeet crap.
Honey, I kilt (killed) the kids with my rap.
Then my DJ Kiilu, he came and said:
"Yo I'll scratch the break. You rap 'The Cornbread'!"
Hey!
See, I'm a big old black man, a big old black man,
a big old black wacky-tacky black man,
born with my mama, arrived alone,
and I'm alive and survive in a one room home.
Never take a hand-me-down, never dig a bone,
I give, and I live, and I handle my own.
Used to a pee-wee, now I'm full-grown,
not a shufflin' jigga-boo, I'm hard like stone.
I drink out the jug, I eat out the pot,
I learn, and I earn, and I love what i got.
My mama ain't a housewife, daddy ain't a cop,
I was taught to be a fair man. Shoot, you're shot.
Snake in the grass, livin' in the past,
aint' nobody got my hindside, I'm 'a think fast.
I'm the chug-a-lug thug from Nicolette and Auger Street,
a watermelon sellin', bellin' no-good cheat.
Not a lie two-facin', a liquor drawer tastin',
I'm a ebony woman chasin', got no time for wastin'.
So bring in the news, singin' the blues,
I don't shovel no shit, and don't shine no shoes.
I'm a big old black man, never had a friend,
sittin' on the roof top, listenin' to the wind,
my life is on the end, my grin is pretend,
I'm 'a die in my rockin' chair sippin' on Gin.
Hey!
See, I'm a bad boy. I'm Aceyalone. I'm Aceyaloony.
I'm Aceyalone, that nigga from the boonies.
I'm Aceyaload-edge, ooh, moded, corroded, your booty exploded, devoted to zany,
rainy, brainy, type of gettin' me laid, and it's the same ol' thang.
Baby brutha, what you say, what you thought?
What's really going on? You don't know? Right, right, well you got caught
by Aceyalone ranger...
Aceyalone stranger...
Wanna gimme a pound? 'Cause I'm just bound to lose you, so bamboozle out instead.
Just remember that brother who spits The Cornbread! |