[00:00.000] 作词 : Malik Taylor/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Roderick Roachford/Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jones, Maturine, Muhammad ...
[00:09.501]La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove(x4)
[00:18.951]Poc Fu:Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
[00:20.801]because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy
[00:21.901]But now I’m livin well like George and Wheezy
[00:24.101]So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)
[00:25.201]Is it, because I’m, rockin — beats, beats, beats
[00:28.851]Fu-Manchu’n cause I’m doin what just had to be done
[00:30.851]Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon
[00:33.251]Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of ***
[00:35.801]Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
[00:38.101]I’m smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion
[00:40.301]which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC’s with my style
[00:43.201]Call me Cuckoo, I’m makin buku, bucks
[00:45.101]I’m geared and fully prepared to tear all MC’s that are, smuks
[00:47.901]For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
[00:50.101]as I soothe in the groove, cause I’m smooth like Mr. Rourke
[00:54.101]Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.
[00:55.901]cause I ain’t got nuttin to prove
[00:57.201]La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove！(x4)
[01:06.502]Chip Fu:‘Leave it to Beaver’-arriva, derci
[01:08.401]Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
[01:09.751]adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
[01:11.751]Mr. Chip Fu, about to wreck shop
[01:14.101]With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
[01:16.601]Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son
[01:17.701]I don’t think so, so take a look at
[01:18.501]a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
[01:20.401]ba schnicker bah snchnucker
[01:21.001]I ams what I ams that’s all what I ams
[01:22.901]My lyrics are never done
[01:23.601]I’m the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
[01:24.901]Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
[01:26.101]Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
[01:27.901]Moc and Poc is, my witness Moc
[01:29.101]Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
[01:30.201]I’m the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
[01:32.501]Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
[01:34.101]These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
[01:36.401]Mr. Chip Fu’s gon stay’ di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread （Chip Fu）
[01:38.401]You said I couldn’t rap, but I really wrecked shop
[01:39.951]and I don’t stop drop, I get props
[01:40.801]I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion
[01:42.801]and all MC’s jaws drops down
[01:43.201]My accent, you’re mockin, my clothes, you’re clockin
[01:45.501]Rippin MC’s to smithereens to their ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
[01:47.601]So don’t step to Chip, I’m on the La Schmoove tip
[01:50.101]You’ll say “Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship”
[01:52.201]So oooh, **** G, wa-wa or biscuit?
[01:55.101]Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it
[01:57.101]Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew
[01:59.401]La Schmoove, yo I ain’t got NUTTIN to prove!
[02:02.201]La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove!(x4)
[02:12.101]Phife Dawg:Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow
[02:14.401]Other MC’s that rap, their style is so-so
[02:16.901]Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills (Phife Dawg)
[02:19.401]I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill
[02:21.201]Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
[02:24.001]And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE
[02:26.201]But I chose to pursue, in a field called music
[02:28.701]And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won’t refuse it
[02:30.701]Get on the board lay down the track and I’ll do ten laps
[02:33.301]Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I’ll kick nuff RAPS
[02:35.501]Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss
[02:38.202]and it won’t be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
[02:40.101]As small as I am, I still can pack jams
[02:42.751]Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam
[02:45.101]Not tryin to say that no one can get with me
[02:47.401]Not only is it the lyrics I write, it’s my delivery
[02:50.021]Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
[02:53.101]My name’s Malik and I’m unique, in other words top choice
[02:54.601]Nothin commercial bout this, it’s mainly hardcore
[02:57.101]Now that you got what you want, do you want more?
[02:59.301](UHH!) Because I got more in store!
[03:02.301]La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove!（x4）
[03:12.101]Moc Fu:MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
[03:14.201]I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile
[03:16.701]Vaseline Intensive Care, don’t fear mon frere
[03:18.501]‘Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair
[03:20.801]Back in the groove, it’s no way you can handle this
[03:24.101]**** so fly, that you can call it scandalous
[03:26.001]Cause I mani-fest in, words that I’m preachin
[03:28.201]Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I’m teachin
[03:31.201]I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK
[03:34.201]I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won’t stop
[03:36.202]The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper’s Peter Pan
[03:38.101]The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East
[03:40.651]Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo
[03:43.201]Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle
[03:45.101]No expiration date, so you know I won’t EXPIRE
[03:48.101]No skippin a weekly check, so I don’t have to RETIRE
[03:50.201]Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
[03:53.101]Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show （Chip Fu）
[03:55.201]Ir-regular styles is here too
[03:57.701]Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake
[04:00.201]Not Alexander but considered to be Great
[04:02.202]Great, but, like the Grape Ape
[04:04.201]Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break
[04:07.101]Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken
[04:09.201]Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token
[04:12.101]I guess not, cause you pause for the cause
[04:14.201]You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws
[04:16.101]Holy Mick I’m livin large just like trunk jewels
[04:17.801]Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWW
[04:22.101]La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove!(x4)

作词 : Malik Taylor/Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Roderick Roachford/Lennox Maturine/Joseph Jones
作曲 : Jones, Maturine, Muhammad ...
La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove(x4)
Poc Fu:Yo, when I was small they used to tease me
because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy
But now I’m livin well like George and Wheezy
So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)
Is it, because I’m, rockin — beats, beats, beats
Fu-Manchu’n cause I’m doin what just had to be done
Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon
Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of ***
Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
I’m smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion
which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC’s with my style
Call me Cuckoo, I’m makin buku, bucks
I’m geared and fully prepared to tear all MC’s that are, smuks
For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
as I soothe in the groove, cause I’m smooth like Mr. Rourke
Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.
cause I ain’t got nuttin to prove
La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove！(x4)
Chip Fu:‘Leave it to Beaver’-arriva, derci
Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
Mr. Chip Fu, about to wreck shop
With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son
I don’t think so, so take a look at
a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
ba schnicker bah snchnucker
I ams what I ams that’s all what I ams
My lyrics are never done
I’m the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
Moc and Poc is, my witness Moc
Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
I’m the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
Mr. Chip Fu’s gon stay’ di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread （Chip Fu）
You said I couldn’t rap, but I really wrecked shop
and I don’t stop drop, I get props
I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion
and all MC’s jaws drops down
My accent, you’re mockin, my clothes, you’re clockin
Rippin MC’s to smithereens to their ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
So don’t step to Chip, I’m on the La Schmoove tip
You’ll say “Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship”
So oooh, **** G, wa-wa or biscuit?
Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it
Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew
La Schmoove, yo I ain’t got NUTTIN to prove!
La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove!(x4)
Phife Dawg:Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow
Other MC’s that rap, their style is so-so
Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills (Phife Dawg)
I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE
But I chose to pursue, in a field called music
And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won’t refuse it
Get on the board lay down the track and I’ll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I’ll kick nuff RAPS
Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss
and it won’t be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam
Not tryin to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it’s my delivery
Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
My name’s Malik and I’m unique, in other words top choice
Nothin commercial bout this, it’s mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you want more?
(UHH!) Because I got more in store!
La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove!（x4）
Moc Fu:MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline Intensive Care, don’t fear mon frere
‘Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair
Back in the groove, it’s no way you can handle this
**** so fly, that you can call it scandalous
Cause I mani-fest in, words that I’m preachin
Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I’m teachin
I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK
I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won’t stop
The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper’s Peter Pan
The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East
Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo
Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle
No expiration date, so you know I won’t EXPIRE
No skippin a weekly check, so I don’t have to RETIRE
Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show （Chip Fu）
Ir-regular styles is here too
Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake
Not Alexander but considered to be Great
Great, but, like the Grape Ape
Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break
Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken
Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token
I guess not, cause you pause for the cause
You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws
Holy Mick I’m livin large just like trunk jewels
Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWW
La Schmoove, yo we don’t got nuttin to prove!(x4)