Текст песни Cornbread - Freestyle Fellowship
Where
in
the
hell
did
the
hip
hop
go?
Where
in
the
hell
did
the
hip
hop
go?
Where
in
the
hell
did
the
hip
hop
go?
Yo
Aceyalone
do
ya
know,
do
ya
know?
Well
here
we
go
hot
cake
dough?
Jellybeans
banjo
candy
store
Polka
dot
backpack
microphone
Shamalama
ding
dong
doggie
bone
Chippeechippa
chop
bust
a
flip
flop
Skateboard
tennis
shoes
ice
cream
shop
Telephone
poles
bakin′
hot
rolls
A
'91
pinto
sittin′
on
Vogues
Bubble
gum
tick
tock
hound
dog
fleas
Cock-a-doodle
doo-doo
and
some
hog
head
cheese
Leap
out
the
room
grab
the
old
broom
Eat
a
watermelon
and
walk
on
the
moon
Cherry
coke
canteloupe
little
old
maid
A
big
black
berry
inside
the
cool-aid
A
bass
guitar
a
old
fruit
jar
A
green
canteen
and
a
chocolate
bar
Cannonball
baby
doll
football
fan
I
flipped
a
mad
dog
and
a
Japanese
man
A
double
bunk
bed
a
40
to
the
head
Now
get
up
and
watch
me
rap
to
cornbread
hey
Hey
I
hear
ya
Yo
aceyalone
I
hear
ya
Well
have
ya
ever
kilt
a
great
white
shark?
well
I
have
I
was
on
a
boat
I
built
and
sailed
around
the
world
don't
laugh
Yeah
I
was
a
crook
an'
met
captain
hook
an′
got
tookin′
a
captive
Wrote
a
book
in
31,
000
chapters
yeah
yeah
that's
it
I
seen
the
ghost
of
Augie
creek
I
went
to
fantasy
island
Gilligan′s
island
and
pirates
peak
And
then
to
nappa
valley
rappers
alley
and
stayed
a
week
I
met
the
queen
of
all
my
dreams
and
we
danced
cheek
to
cheek
And
then
we
freaked
Had
a
fight
with
King
Kong
Godzilla
and
rodan
Johnny
socko's
giant
robot
and
wrestled
with
Conan
I
jumped
on
a
rocket
with
Davy
Crockett
headed
for
no
man′s
land
And
landed
and
seen
a
time
bandit
in
the
sand
I
traveled
with
Gulliver
and
I'm
a
hell
of
a
patrol
Looking
for
the
Acapulco
pot
of
gold
He
blazed
I
raised
little
bastard
got
me
floated
Hit
the
road
and
had
to
hitch
w/the
son
of
a
bitch
who
turned
into
a
toad
You
ever
slept
on
blueberry
hill
well
I
will
We′ll
have
to
connive
and
cook
and
clean
for
a
meal
and
that's
real
Planted
three
jolly
green
bean
weed
seeds
in
a
field
A
tree
grew
all
the
way
up
to
the
sky
and
I
smoked
it
Well
I
seen
zig
zag
as
he
was
zooming
in
a
Z
Looking
zorked
and
zany
like
a
Zulu
zombie
He
thought
he
was
a
zenith
with
a
zebra
ont
he
scene
He
was
a
buzzing
in
the
zone
like
he
was
zapped
Bullshit
Well
jingle
bell
jingle
bell
sugar
on
toast
The
fellowship
shop
is
from
the
west
coast
Hey
hash
and
eggs
crocodile
legs
I'll
bring
the
chronic
you
bring
the
kegs
Buckwheat
and
stymie′s
down
with
Rodney
Allen
rippey
While
Tommy
and
Annica
were
beating
up
Pippy
Karate
chops
snap
crackle
pops
You
do
the
hip
thing
and
I′ll
do
the
hop
Cough
up
a
lougie
shake
break
and
boogie
Cause
I
got
a
home
girl
that's
giving
out
nougies
Mr
George
Bush
was
on
my
floor
Cracked
out
butt
naked
watchin′
the
cosby
show
Hey
little
rascals
Eddie
Haskell
Black
eyed
peas
with
a
lot
of
tabasco
Chico
stix
big
fat
chicks
Old
reruns
of
the
Jefferson
hits
Eenie
meenie
miny
mo
larry
and
shemp
Slide
me
some
skin
on
the
black
side
pimp
Training
bras
holey
drawers
Vonte
and
D
double
E
is
breakin'
all
the
laws
Double
dutch
afros
parakeet
crap
Honey
I
kilt
(killed)
the
kids
w/my
rap
Then
my
DJ
Kiilu
he
came
and
said
Yo
I′ll
scratch
the
break
you
rap
the
cornbread
hey
See
I'm
a
big
old
black
man
a
big
old
black
man
A
big
old
black
wacky
tacky
black
man
Born
w/my
mama
arrived
alone
And
I′m
alive
and
survive
in
a
one
room
home
Never
take
a
hand-me-down
never
dig
a
bone
I
give
and
I
live
and
I
handle
my
own
Used
to
a
peewee
now
I'm
full
grown
Not
a
shufflin'
jigaboo
I′m
hard
like
stone
I
drink
out
the
jug
I
eat
out
the
pot
I
learn
and
I
earn
and
I
love
what
I
got
My
mama
ain′t
a
housewife
daddy
ain't
a
cop
I
was
taught
to
be
a
fair
man
shoot
your
shot
Snake
in
the
grass
livin′
in
the
past
Seein'
nobody
got
my
hindside
I′m
a
think
fast
I'm
the
chugalug
thug
from
nicolett
and
(?
arquette?)
street
A
watermelon
sellin′
bailin'
no
good
cheat
Not
a
lie
two-facin'
a
liquor
jar
tastin′
I′m
a
ebony
woman
chasin'
got
no
time
for
wastin′
So
bring
in
the
news
singin'
the
blues
I
don′t
shovel
no
shit
and
don't
shine
no
shoes
I′m
a
big
old
black
man
never
had
a
friend
Sittin'
on
the
roof
top
listenin'
to
the
wind
My
life
is
on
the
end
my
grin
is
pretend
I′m
a
die
in
my
rockin′
chair
sippin'
on
gin
hey
See
I′m
a
bad
boy
I'm
Aceyalone
I′m
Aceyaloony
I'm
Aceyalone
a
nigger
from
the
boonies
I′m
Aceyalone
(...?
what
the
hell
is
he
saying?...)
Same
ol'
same
ol'
thing
baby
bubba
What
you
say
what
you
thought
was
really
going
on
you
don′t
know
Right
right
but
you
got
caught
by
Aceyalone
ranger
Aceyalone
stranger
Willing
to
gimme
a
pound
cause
I′m
just
abound
(?
about?)
to
lose
you
So
bamboozle
out
instead
Just
remember
that
brother
who
spits
the
cornbread
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