[Butterfly]    We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids  Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids  Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics  You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records  He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds  She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds  Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane  They flock to booms man boogie had to change  Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion  Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions  Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama  When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas  What by the cut we push it off the corner  How was the buzz entire hip hop era?  Was fresh and fat since they started sayin outie  Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie  The puba of the styles like miles and shit  Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms  Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block  We be to rap what key be to lock    But  I'm cool like dat [x7]  I'm cool...I'm cool...    [Ladybug]    We be the chocolates taps on my raps  She innovates at the sweeta cat naps  He at the funk club with the vibrate  Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?  It can kick a plan then a crowd burst  Me I be diggin it with s bump verse  Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye  He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)  Who understood yeah understood the plan  Him heard a beat and put it to his hands  What I just flip let borders get loose  How to consume or they'll be just like juice  If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic  The babes'll go spastic  Hip hop gains a classic  Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter  Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)    And  I'm chill like dat [x7]  I'm chill...I'm chill...    [All]    Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....  Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...    [Doodlebug]    We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss  Them they're the jams and commence to goin off  She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it  Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent  Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt  Him thats my man with the asteroid belt  They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big  He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs  The [Butterfly]    We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids  Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids  Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics  You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records  He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds  She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds  Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane  They flock to booms man boogie had to change  Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion  Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions  Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama  When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas  What by the cut we push it off the corner  How was the buzz entire hip hop era?  Was fresh and fat since they started sayin outie  Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie  The puba of the styles like miles and shit  Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms  Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block  We be to rap what key be to lock    But  I'm cool like dat [x7]  I'm cool...I'm cool...    [Ladybug]    We be the chocolates taps on my raps  She innovates at the sweeta cat naps  He at the funk club with the vibrate  Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?  It can kick a plan then a crowd burst  Me I be diggin it with s bump verse  Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye  He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)  Who understood yeah understood the plan  Him heard a beat and put it to his hands  What I just flip let borders get loose  How to consume or they'll be just like juice  If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic  The babes'll go spastic  Hip hop gains a classic  Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter  Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)    And  I'm chill like dat [x7]  I'm chill...I'm chill...    [All]    Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....  Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...    [Doodlebug]    We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss  Them they're the jams and commence to goin off  She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it  Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent  Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt  Him thats my man with the asteroid belt  They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big  He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs  The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll  The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls  You used to find a bug in a box with fade  Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids    And  I'm peace like dat [x7]  I'm Peace    [Butterfly]    Check it out man I groove like dat  I'm smmoce like dat  I jive like dat  I roll like dat    [Ladybug]    Yeah I'm thick like dat  I stack like dat  I'm down like dat  I'm black like dat    [Doodlebug]    Well yo I funk like dat  I'm fat like dat  I'm in like dat  Cause I swing like dat    [Butterfly]    We jazz like dat  We freak like dat  We zoom like dat  We out...we out...    these lyrics are submitted by *ToNy*