Lyrics:
humphrey (drums)
Chester thompson (drums)
Debbie (background vocals)
Lynn (background vocals)
Robert camarena (background vocals)
And in your dreams
You can
Welcome to the Blue Diamond, why'all
Ladies and gentlemen
I'll be your host, Edward Elington Humpty Hump Humphrey the third
And we going to get it
on trombone
Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor sax and
Lead vocals, Ruth Underwood on percussion
Ralph Humphrey on drums
Chester Thompson on drums
Tom Fowler
chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street (yeah)
Or 90210, fuck it, yo (yeah)
In the movies, I'm
a monster whose art of war is divide and conquer
But I wear a fitted like Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca
I already told you I'm short on time
Fuck your
lost my spot
So they went and got real comfy
So now I gotta hit 'em hard and Bogart, like Humphrey
Ya hypocrite, I'm rippin' it because I'm flyer
humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
Of the a.f.l. c.i.o. board
I love puerto ricans and negros
And Bogart, like my name was Humphrey
When I get through, there'll be no more of them
As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium
I make mad MC's
Jim gordon (drums)
John guerin (drums)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
Ralph humphrey (drums)
Jack bruce (bass)
Erroneous (bass)
Tom fowler (bass)
Frank zappa
sax
And vocals
Ruth Underwood on percussion
All right!
Okay
The gong always gets 'em
Ralph Humphrey on drums
Chester Thompson on drums
Tom Fowler
conserve money
Gave you a second now I return hungry
Period young blood, I return monthly
To bogart like humphrey
Stern, gully, seldom, stumble
Welcome
why'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain then pop a "Humphrey"
I know it hurts.. (I'm killin why'all)
[Lil' Kim]
Uhhh, we in
that even Humphrey couldn't Bogart
Syllable serum, suckers hear come a style to smack a man
And it be sort of like a smack of Jackie Chan
I pop the funky
Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
He did the drop, one ring in a bag, envelope, all the money he had
Left the money
"Cake Soap" Jackson
Millennium Humphrey Bogart mr culture
Mr palmer mr wary Wary
One Don pharaoh
Portmore Pioneer practitioner of Music
Pussy Pathologist
somebody some love)
In Mississippi, oh yeah
All my of cousins are there and they need love
Give a little love to the children
Nixon and Humphrey need
somebody some love)
In Mississippi, oh yeah
All my of cousins are there and they need love
Give a little love to the children
Nixon and Humphrey need
I drove out to hubert humphrey at five in the morning
With a carry-on bag and a southwest ticket in my hand
In my hand
You were waiting
a Johncrow's heart
Dutty like a man weh tek no bath
Addi a di millennium Humphrey Bogart
(Don't it?) Mouth, some a race like go-cart
My style read inna
love me too
Forget these politics
Now in my dreams I'm in the east
Fuck you, I'm Humphrey Bogart
You're Miss Bergman and life is scored like
God is
ransacked by the rat pack
See, I'm the black Humphrey Bogart
Puffin' Blacks though, hella smart, asshole
See, this my culinary art how I
Cook up such food for
some munchies m way trips
Make sure my young Gs Chris like Humphrey
I really take these risks
On the opp block take the piss
Sawn off rusty one
I could
Humphrey, we're leaving
Ka-ching
And find another broad to Humphrey, Bo-gart
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars
I'm high and won't fall like
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