Soul Child
J.P:Yeah yeah wha wha Brooklyn in the
house
J.O:Lets lace these niggas j.p hurt
with your rhymes son J.O.P squad
Busta Rhymes:Flip mode squad is the
greatest
J.P:Your pussy cause you are what you
dont get you rhyme what you know like
mase with biggets dmx to sets J.O.P of
the best went from heavenly dreaming
to darkest threats at war don't need a
vest my skills are danger ress a crazy
soilder in tibbet watch what you say
think before you talk stop acting
hardcore and change the way you walk
apoligize befor
Revolution Cry
Say Man
Bo Diddley
(E. McDaniel)
NOTE: Bo Diddley and Jerome Green, Bo’s maracas player, trade
mutual put-downs. This was not easy to transcribe but I gave
it my best shot.
SPOKEN:
Bo: Say man.
Jerome: What’s that boy?
Bo: I want to tell you about your girlfriend, hee-hee-hee.
Jerome: What about my girl?
Bo: You’re not strong enough to take the message, hah-hah.
Jerome: I’m strong enough.
Bo: I might hurt your feelings.
Jerome: My feelings already hurt by bein’ here with you.
Bo: Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the
other day.
Jerome: Uh-huh.
Bo: And the wind was blowin’ real hard.
Jerome: Is that right?
Bo: And the wind blew her hair into my face.
Jerome: Uh-huh.
Bo: Hee-hee, you know what else happened?
Jerome: What happened?
Bo: The wind blew her hair into her face.
Jerome: Yeah?
Bo: And we went a little further; you wanna hear the rest of it?
Jerome: I might as well ….
Bo: The wind blew her hair into the street.
Jerome: Hey, since you told me about my girl I’m gonna tell you
about yours. I was walking down the street with your girl.
Bo: Yeah?
Jerome: I took her home; for a drink, you know.
Bo: To the home?
Jerome: Yeah, just for a drink.
Bo: Oh.
Jerome: But that chick looked so ugly she had to sneak up on a
glass to get her a drink of water.
Bo: Hah-hah-hah-hah, well, you’ve got the nerve to call somebody
ugly. Why you’re so ugly anyone who stops and talks to you in
the world oughta be arrested, hee-hee.
Jerome: That’s alright; my mamma didn’t have to put a sheet over
my head so sleep could slip up on me.
Bo: Hey, looky here.
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: Where you from? Hee-hee.
Jerome: South America.
Bo: What’s that?
Jerome: South America.
Bo: You don’t look like no South American to me.
Jerome: I’m still from South America.
Bo: What part?
Jerome: South Texas.
Bo: Hah-hah-hah. Where your western boots at?
Jerome: I’ve got ‘em on.
Bo: Them ain’t no boots you got on, they’re broke in.
Bo: Hey, looky here.
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: I’ve been trying to figure out what you is
Jerome: I already figured out what you is.
Bo: What’s that?
Jerome: You that thing I throw peanuts at.
Bo: Hah-hah. Hey, looky here.
Jerome: What’s that?
Bo: You should be ashamed of yourself.
Jerome: Why?
Bo: Calling people ugly, hee-hee-hee.
Jerome: I didn’t calling you ugly.
Bo: What’d you say?
Jerome: I said you was ruined that’s all.
Bo: Oh, man. You know somethin’?
Jerome: What?
Bo: You look like you been whupped with an ugly stick, hah-hah.
Third man: Man, I ain’t got nothin’ to do with this but I believe
you’re tellin’right, hah-hah.
Transcribed by Little John.
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording referenced
above, and are for personal use and research interest only.