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Disco Biscuits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Not Disco: Post Punk, Electro & Leftfield Disco Classics 1974-1986 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Deutschland Disco: Disco, Funk & Philly Anthems (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Music for Biscuits (Mike Sammes) · Big Mama's Biscuits (Sherman Irby) · Balearic Biscuits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hot Biscuits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 1 Polish 2 Biscuits and a Fish Sandwich (The Outhere Brothers) · Biscuits (Living Colour) · Rubber Biscuits & Ramma Lama Ding Dongs: Doo Wop for Kids (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Yo me and my man fin to get on some disco
Come on

What you want Disco
We got it for you
Up up in the club we make 'em disco
On the street
the 1990's
You go disco and I'll go Funkadelic, man
Is the way to go
So drop a pill and then say hello
mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough

Kinda like chicken and biscuits

She can rock them high heel shoes
But she'd rather wear cowboy boots
Cut
They took old Danny Boy for a ride
From the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters
By the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry
said this is what I think it is art
Oh-oh father, oh-oh mother
Coming down the disco, does this lot really love you?
Oh-oh father, oh-oh coming down
It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl
But
It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl
But
to get with
Where yo' man at bitch?" "He's out of town flippin biscuits"
"Well open up the do' then, before I start unloadin
On your pussy from here
Aw, Mom. Not that show again! I don't want to watch that show! Can't we watch Good Times or Chico and the Man or something cool? Turn it off!

Things
They took old Danny Boy for a ride from the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters by the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry the tears
(Spoken "Aw, Mom. Not that show again! I don't want to watch that show! Can't we watch Good Times or Chico and the Man or something cool? Turn it off!)
all the rockin? tunes
What ever happened to those rock ?n? roll days 
Today go away too soon

Oh yes sir

Well I used to live in the country
Right by
singing)
Grab your gal and pat her on the head
If she don't like biscuits feed her corn bread
If the girls don't
They jump on a man like a dog on a bone
the man
Making me some cold hard cash out in that summer sun
Come Friday I'll have money but by Monday I'll have none
Once the bills are paid and that bass
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From
The big man arrives
Disco dancers greet him
Plainclothes cops greet him
Small town, big man, fresh lipstick glistening
Sophomore jive
From
said I'm in love with a stripper, yo

Just 'cuz she dances go-go
It don't make her a ho, no
Maxine, put your dance shoes on
We going to the disco
We
I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
or an occasional python boot,
know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
STINK-FOOT

You know
My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off
Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shinny shell suits and drinking
on chrome, back to set trends

[Erick Sermon]
Well it's the rapping Lex Luthor, step to me I'll do ya
Send you back to the future, he for real man? Hell
only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not
poor man's son
On the air America
I modelled shirts by Van Heusen
Workin' for the black gas, yeah

You know
When two tribes go to war
A point is
of death
Poly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay