Lyrics:
the Hampton's partied alot
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember cerial pie one
Chapman
RIGHT HEAD : Michael Palin
OLD MAN : Terry Gilliam
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE : Michael Palin
FATHER : Michael Palin
PRINCE HERBERT : Terry Jones
GUARD #1 :
open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his b**** I'm like his main man
Act shifty your resistance gone swiftly
bolder
The streets of New York got
A little bit colder
I'm a young dude, I gotta learn and get over
1980, Brooklyn is crazy in the dark
But there I am in
the Hampton's partied a lot
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember serial pie one
the Hampton's partied a lot
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember serial pie one
Yo, niggas surprised when they open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man
Act shifty, your
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the BTP
We used to make up special names for the food we ate
Remember serial pie one of your favorite
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
one
I'll blow you into parts, little pieces and specks
You'll be saying to yourself "what can happen next?"
This jam is dedicated to you and your
one
I'll blow you into parts, little pieces and specks
You'll be saying to yourself "what can happen next?"
This jam is dedicated to you and your
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
I roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eaten some breakfast and some yams
My partner Scott chilling at the motherfucking crib
Shook with Brad and Josh and now
I'm rolling with the Acolytes
A month prior got a DM on the gram
He said his name is Scott he
Tours with Portugal the Man
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
Quick prayer
Should we do it
Yes
We take one a piece
One hour down and we're already
Broke
Coolest part about it
Was ya boys were
Stoked
Walking by Faith
But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick
Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory
Go ahead and try, that's a different story
Ground control found my soul in Lazarus Blackstar
Raised by the old ones in the villa of Ormen
A savior to those that they belittle and torment
An unlit
gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
I just dumped out
That kid Matthew's got that rapper fuel, caffeinated, I'll rap a few
Kickstarting my sick bars when I drink a part of that fountain's fluid
I'm all
buckle kids used to jock
Public Enemy came out, I had the clock
My favorite jam was by Big Daddy ain't no half steppa
My mic sounds nice check 1-2 by
a little head)
(With just a, with just a, with just a)
Hey, you know me as the C-Man
With bars cleaner than a drip-pan
I'm not used to rapping 'cause I
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
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