Lyrics Trippin' - Puppetmastaz , Smokey Joe & The Kid

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This is the original gangster Big Brown representing the Puppetmastaz' s thing collaboration with Smokey Joe and the Kid.
Oh yeah yeah. Tell it:

'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans, (that's right)
A group of fellers found a new kind of music (mm mm...)
An' they decided to call it... jazz! (ha ha ha)
No other sound has what this music has (yeah...)

Before they knew it, it was whizzin' 'round the world
The world was ready for a blue kind of music When I slept in the scene to west
Everything seems so cool, the best
But every walking when an ashole for breakfast
So I gotta call him in this place sweet jackass

Watch out when I gonna go whoes gonna have to go
To going. Guess why? So you're better tough in up,
Grabbin'up, bugger up.
There's is the crim in the crap, that's right, that's winner

You lood of cheaty tuber
I think of real tucker, heart killer
Shot guns did it when this shit hit the banner
When he said a world, it was like: kick kick bam!

I couldn't ever since then
So I'm making money may I pay the rent
It's mature nailed it. Watch your steps
'Cause showtime's over

(Sur l'air de Clint Eastwood de Gorillaz):
We trippin' got that juice
So we zippin', looking down
For this dippin'
I talk no chitty (just hang it though)

I poke in the nurse up in the universe
Straight mean down the milihue way than the baby birth
Love is too poney hell pone drop on earth
Worse come to west may ana wants come first

The repre/repre phone when the space just landed
School power gonna glow double expended
All over the world the clinic can stand it
Pam super limpie embended

P.M. William P.M. bring matters
To the blink pillows we've to blend stand
Sweaty girl bangin' cell when they can
I've got that feeling that we've been dreamin'

-Ha Ha. You know what I'm saying. Let me taking those shits man.
-That's right
-Yo Molo!
-Hun?
-Waht you gotta say? (Yo)

I got a wo sa sleep fair sleepin'
Five muses of my flow, you'll be trippin'
Wings thanks stop, ask the moon, man I wakenin'
From the gentle tuba polar fast fast breakin'

I'm so crazy I'm on your nake your ass
Come on baby pass off tinys, aw for what end?
Zik a boom jackass clean and crew
Jackass ask: what you're gonna do?

Find an hole now find his ows
The laughing for fool let me tell you to go up there
So street my life I wanna rare
Because sometimes you don't hiddin'

I'm a choose period you wanna hear it
Is my prospect though thanks you wanna get with
I should of down, I should a neckel
No wag wish what i got that fregal

Instinct to of my mental
My thought is so clear for rental
For regar one at my sleep
I acted fuckin' ass it on reese

Rock as religion is there a crime
So the Fucking asshole is has a piegon sir it up
Like is that magic show
Sneek about slace I'm ready to go

Oh yeah yeah I got that feeling
That we've been dreamin'
Watch man M from the ring
Forget that feeling that loaded

We trippin' / I got that feeling
So we zippin' / now show me that realy
For this dippin' / make a dream yeah
Make my dream, that's realy my to damn seeling

/ Get down man, watch man
/ I got that feeling, that we've been dreamin'

Ha ha.
I got that feeling, yo show me now realy
Smokey Joe and the Kid, Puppetmastaz and we out