Lyrics:
Come on
Buddy
Get with the beat buzzin' me
You better believe it they did the bup bup
("Colonel Hathi's March")
Hup two three four keep it up
Come on buddy
Get with the beat
Buzzin' me
You better believe it
They did the bup bup
They did the bup bup
("Colonel Hathi's March")
Hup, two,
All: Oh we march from here to there
Slob Elephant: And it doesn't matter where
All: You can hear us push through the deepest bush
Hup two three
three
We do all the work said the shavetails
Yeahhhh, said the sergeants
March you dump watch said the corporals
Beer, beer, beer said the privates
The Colonel’s gone
There’s an old lady all alone
And so forlorn
Suddenly, with him not there
She’s past her prime
Out of tune and out of breath
BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS
(Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down
street hustlers and dealers
Nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents
We packin' G's niggas stackin' Ki's niggas M-16 .45 AK's niggas
popcorn
Like popcorn
It can pop off if they want war
I'm the Colonel, not a knock off
I'm the target you can put your mark on
I'm a march on
Like a sergeant
want to go to war!!!
[Master P]
No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues
Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed
Colonel
my turning wheel
My little docking pup
The march of Colonel Forbin
And his fleet hound called McGrupp
The grime of countless workdogs
Has collected in
us!
No LVE's, no MRE's
But we kill our enemies, and drive humvees!
[Chorus: x5]
[Master P]
Born, to be, a muthafuckin soldier
The colonel
the cracker of the nuts.""
NC: ""And you are made of sugar plums.""
SPF: ""Yes I'm the fairy sugar-plum.""
VERSE CHOIR: The nutcracker's the colonel
my turning wheel
My little docking pup
The march of Colonel Forbin
And his fleet hound called McGrupp
The grime of countless workdogs
Has collected in
march to hell and back again
For colonel Joshua Chamberlain
We're all goin' down to dixieland
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And I damn all
want to go to war!!!
[Master P]
No Limit mercenary killas, nigga wit army fatigues
Tattoos and gats, niggas gone off hennessy and weed
Colonel
street hustlers and dealers
Nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents
We packin' G's niggas stackin' Ki's niggas M-16 .45 AK's niggas
march to hell and back again
For colonel Joshua Chamberlain
We're all goin' down to dixieland
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And I damn all
They say that in truth war is the first casualty
So why is it so hard to avoid another fatality
Making you march up and down the square
For what they
""March easy men,"" Lieutenant cried,
As the musket range grew near,
""March easy me blushing Aunt Fanny,"" said Sam,
""What a chance with all this 'ere.""
march to hell and back again
For colonel Joshua Chamberlain
We're all goin' down to dixieland
I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine
And I damn all
[master p]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun be
Colonel Ross and my right arm had to pay the cost
He pulled a long gun, I did the same, I shot crooked, he shot straight
One year later, Ol' brother Henry
It was March here when the surveyor came
He was only a boy of sixteen years
And he worked for four
To chart the colonial frontier
His office,
The whole VFW's here
Colonels and corporals and captains
Admirals -- all desperate men
Whose lives are enhanced by the thought of the chance
To enact it all
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