Ya Lil' Crumbsnatchers - Del The Funky Homosapien

«Ayy what’s up man?»

What’s happenin'

«Ayy, is that nigga Del yo' cousin?»

Yeah man he my cousin man, you know.

I been tryna have him do like some gangsta

shit, you know?

«Yeah.»

He ain’t with it man.

He be-

I guess he’s like that handkerchief hat-wearing («hah, yeah hah») muthafucker.

Yo man, don’t pay no attention to him man, he’s kinda weird you know,

but alright.

«Oh yeah»

Del made a pact to be well natural

Back from the wishing well to sell actual

Funk from the fungus grown in the trench

It’s getting kinda heavy so I gotta pinch an inch

And it’s a cinch

To let my hair grow like a plant

Eliminate the fat gold chains and the diaper pants

Trade 'em for a pair of Girbauds

Never make friends with the fraudulent foes

Yes I suppose that I’m fat from the supper

Skinny from the many that try to eat plenty

Now I got to flip on a copper like a penny

Vice versa

Quench your thirst with

A swig of grapefruit juice straight from the thermos

Hock your jewels, and you can drop your tools

And make a move that can turn us in the right direction

Show your affection, as I correct men

Who try to pull the wool over third eye

Comin' fly with Mr. Greenjeans

It’s a bird eye view of the Meadow

As I greet the many people that I meet with a «Hello»

«How do you do, my compadre?»

«What up Kwame?»

Back to the Meadow so I can show I’m a

Smooth black brother that is gifted

And if you try to lift this, yes I got a witness

Nicknamed the Emperor

This wasn’t meant for ya'

Ya little crumbsnatcher!

See what I mean man?

Damn!

I wish my brother George was here.

Heeh.

Produced by Ice Cube from Da Lench Mob

DJ Pooh, from Boogie Man Productions

And Del, the Funky Homosapien, from Hieroglyphics

And street knowledge’s givin' the punch!