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[Intro:] Organized Organized Organized Organized Organized (Organized) Organized (Organized) Organized (Organized) Organized (Organized) [Chorus:] Fudge Pudge, Fudge Pudge Everybody in the world like Fudge Pudge Fudge Pudge, Fudge Pudge Everybody in the world likes FUDGE... [Verse 1: Prince Poetry] Here we go again with the funky intro People approach me, knowin I'm the Prince Po- -E-T-R, Y, yes and I am the first BATTER Drop "Fudge Pudge" cause we knew it moves FLATTER Kid Capri, plays beats like this Once in a blue, so it's not hard for you to chew So kick off your Timbs and your polo socks Washin emcees up in lemon-scent Clorox Skills, no question, I got plenty Letras de cancionesIf you want dope lyrics plus gimmicks stress gimme Beats, equivalent to just something that I caaan... - Flow (Flow!) ONNNNNNN... (FLOW! FLOW! FLOW!) Yeah! It's gettin breezy so kiddies'll keep ya coat on When I, proceed to, rock a party In the summer, somethin equivalent to a Mardi, Gras Bikinis, panties, (bras) Take off the wrapper, bite off the honeydip like if she was a Mars (ugh!) Oops, upside ya dome I don't answer the phone when I'm home not alone, on the bone Leave your name and your number And a brief message, at the end of the tone - BOOOP! Oooooooooooh, and I like it! Prince Poetry is a psych and a mic kick But the whole wide world wanna hear Straight from the Southside, to your ear Rollin lyrics off the tip of my tongue (swing) I swing (swing), I swang (swang), I swung (swung) I chop to a free sugar, I don't come But I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from "Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy" A special shout to my man O.C. double E Props gets not Pops but you got G Not just future in the shot, but I don't hold a grudge Cause everybody in the world likes Fudge Pudge (There it is) Fudge Pudge, Fudge Pudge Everybody in the world likes Fudge Pudge Fudge Pudge, Fudge Pudge Everybody in the world likes Fudge Fudge Pudge, Fudge Pudge Everybody in the world likes Fudge Pudge Fudge Pudge, Fudge Pudge Everybody in the world likes Fudge [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers Slip and slide, I sling the sludge-y Fudge-y [pudge] pudge-y, but never hold a grudge Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs [The organism's on the jury] guess who's the judge (YOU) I hit the hook HEAVY Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I'm bigger why pitter-patter Prouncin on particular poets who persist to portray professional punks ... Pussy! Cat when I'm deckin you Disrespectin you, clever whenever I select a new dialogue One plus one get it together Girls don't despair cause I'll be your "Fair Weather Friend, " FRIEND No I don't have a Benz and no I don't have an Infiniti I figure the eight inches of (hmm...), will be the remedy When I pull up to the bumper Cause I'll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter I tell you now you never hated (hated) The triple X when it comes to sex is what I'm rated I tell you know that I can give good love Yes I'm the one you should love (tell us about it) So don't try to diss Fudge Pudge Cause it's al-right, with, me Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth Cause I'm tricky in a joust, plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse C'mon everyone, let's flow to the rhythm of my tongue To the rhythm of a drum Emcees wanna battle but they can't get with the Capital M-O-N-C-H on the mic I get swifter Than the rest of them maybe even the best Scorin one-oh-one on a poetical test So um, eff you/F-U D-G-H you stink-E-P-U-D-G-E [Outro: ad libs to fade] To the organisms... From Letras Mania