GaryC1968
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The theme for Season 70 of the Ukulele is 3 word titles. So since I could name this whatever I felt like, it qualifies. 
Ukulele Rap Medley
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Captain_Lovehandles
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Hilarious. Word 2 yo mama.
GaryC1968
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igorthebarbarian
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Word to Herb. This was great.
What chords are you playing?
What chords are you playing?
GaryC1968
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Thank you very much! I pasted the lyrics and chords below.
Also, if you enjoyed the rap medley, you might like some of the songs in my Rapulele playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWwJLxxcjJ1qMkNWxXvTeqGvnFiAnWgFN
C
I said a hip hop,Hippie to the hippie,The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
G C
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.
Cm F Dm
I wanna rock right now. I'm Rob Base and I came to get down.
Cm F Dm
I'm not internationally known. But I'm known to rock the microphone.
C G F C
Because I get stupid, I mean outrageous. Stay away from me if you're contagious.
G F C
'Cause I'm a winner, no, not a loser. To be an M.C. is what I choose 'a.
F C G C
It takes two to make a thing go right. It takes two to make it outta sight.
C G
Girl I must warn you I sense something strange in my mind
C
Situation is serious Let's cure it 'cause we're running out of time
F C
It's all so beautiful Relationships when they start
G C
it's all so deadly When love’s not from the heart
F G7 C
That girl is poison Never trust a big butt and a smile That girl is poison
G C
Shadow boxin when I heard you on the radio I just don't know
G C
What made you forget that I was raw? But now I got a new tour
F C F C F C G C
I'm goin insane, startin the hurricane, releasin pain Lettin you know that you can't gain
G C
I maintain unless ya say my name Rippin, killin Diggin and drillin a hole Pass the Ol' Gold
A D A D
I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out
A D A C
I'm gonna knock you out Mama said knock you out
There's a double dutch bus comin' down the street Movin pretty fast So kinda shuffle your feet
F
Get on the bus and pay your fare And tell the driver that you're Goin' to a Double Dutch Affair
G7
Fe Fi Fo Fum Well I'll be darn here it comes The Double Dutch Bus is on the street
You'd better get off the curb Move your feet
C
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go SIFT the flour roll the dough
F G7 C
Clap your hands and stomp your feet Move your butt to the funky beat
Now grab that can and wrap it in your hand Bang that sucker till THE DOUGH EXPANDS
F G7 C
PUT them suckers up in your oven Grab your girlie and get a little lovin'
G F C
Buttermilk biscuits, buttermilk biscuits, buttermilk biscuits
F A7 Dm G7
Now here's a little story I've got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well
C F
It started way back in history With Adrock, M.C.A. and me Mike D.
A7 Dm G7
Had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer
C G
Riding across the land, kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail ‘cause I'm in demand
C
Now if you think your partner's fine Grab her where the sun don't shine
F C
If you can't dance, then tap your toes If you’re stuck up, turn up your nose, oh yeah
Freaks on the left and freaks on the right Grab your partner, hold him tight
F C
Put your hands in his Levi's Hold his rear while he grips your thighs, oh yeah
The more you dance, the more I rap The big fat beat makes your toes tap
G C
Glen Campbell can’t hang with this All you freaks give your man a kiss, oh yeah
Am Dm Am Dm Am Dm G7 C
My beats are icky, my beats are icky, my beats are icky, on the square dance rap
put the needle on the record put the needle on the record
G
put the needle on the record when the song beats go like this
C F G7 C
pump up the volume pump up the volume pump up the volume dance mars needs women
Am
Ice Ice Baby Ice Ice Baby
E7 F C
Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in and the Vegas are pumpin'
Am E7 F C
Quick to the point, to the point no faking I’m cooking MCs like a pound of bacon
G C G C
Burnin’ ‘em, if you aint quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
G C F G7
And a hi hat souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
Am
Ice Ice Baby
E7 F C
Yo, let’s get out of here. Word to your mother.
