[{"id":19360365,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"Fu-Schnickens","duration":274.5011,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: Fu-Schnickens\n  duration_ms: 274501\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":22490442,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"Fu-Schnickens Songs","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: Fu-Schnickens Songs\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":31750653,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"FU-Schnickens","albumName":"La Schmoove - EP","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Poc Fu]\nYo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Chip Fu]\n'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n[Phife Dawg]\nNow here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Moc Fu]\nMC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the capital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIrregular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: FU-Schnickens\n  album: La Schmoove - EP\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Poc Fu]\n  Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Chip Fu]\n  'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n  [Phife Dawg]\n  Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Moc Fu]\n  MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the capital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Irregular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]\n"},{"id":31079627,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"Fu-Schnickens' Greatest Hits","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Poc Fu]\nYo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Chip Fu]\n'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n[Phife Dawg]\nNow here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Moc Fu]\nMC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the capital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIrregular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: Fu-Schnickens' Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Poc Fu]\n  Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Chip Fu]\n  'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n  [Phife Dawg]\n  Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Moc Fu]\n  MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the capital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Irregular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]\n"},{"id":22686832,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"Fu‐Schnickens’ Greatest Hits","duration":297.0266669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - 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Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: Fu‐Schnickens’ Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 297027\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":9394207,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"Fu-Schnickens' Greatest Hits","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nbecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - 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Because I got more in store!\n[03:02.13] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[03:04.48] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[03:06.91] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[03:09.46] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[03:11.75] M-O-C, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n[03:14.26] I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n[03:16.52] Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n[03:18.85] 'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n[03:21.33] Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n[03:23.82] Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n[03:26.24] Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n[03:28.80] Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n[03:31.10] I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n[03:33.51] I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n[03:36.12] The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n[03:38.23] The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n[03:40.89] Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n[03:43.08] Single, The Alarm, the girls cooties I will tingle\n[03:45.37] No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n[03:47.95] No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n[03:50.40] Write, the ca-pital, M.O\n[03:52.93] Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n[03:55.14] Ir-regular styles is here too\n[03:57.46] Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n[03:59.89] Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n[04:02.48] Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n[04:04.80] Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n[04:07.39] Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n[04:09.66] Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n[04:11.94] I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n[04:14.29] You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n[04:16.69] Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n[04:19.13] Nuff respects to many minds, ah-oweeeeee!\n[04:21.70] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:23.86] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:26.19] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:28.57] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:30.90] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:33.24] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:35.80] La Schmoove, yo we 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beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  and I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  and all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":27612051,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"Fu‐Schnickens’ Greatest Hits","duration":299.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: Fu‐Schnickens’ Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 299000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":23502845,"name":"La Schmoove (Instrumental)","trackName":"La Schmoove (Instrumental)","artistName":"FU-Schnickens","albumName":"La Schmoove - EP","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Poc Fu]\nYo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Chip Fu]\n'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n[Phife Dawg]\nNow here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Moc Fu]\nMC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the capital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIrregular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove (Instrumental)\n  artist: FU-Schnickens\n  album: La Schmoove - EP\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Poc Fu]\n  Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Chip Fu]\n  'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n  [Phife Dawg]\n  Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Moc Fu]\n  MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. 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The Golden Child\n[03:14.26] I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n[03:16.52] Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n[03:18.85] 'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n[03:21.33] Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n[03:23.82] Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n[03:26.24] Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n[03:28.80] Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n[03:31.10] I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n[03:33.51] I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n[03:36.12] The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n[03:38.23] The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n[03:40.89] Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n[03:43.08] Single, The Alarm, the girls cooties I will tingle\n[03:45.37] No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n[03:47.95] No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n[03:50.40] Write, the ca-pital, M.O\n[03:52.93] Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n[03:55.14] Ir-regular styles is here too\n[03:57.46] Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n[03:59.89] Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n[04:02.48] Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n[04:04.80] Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n[04:07.39] Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n[04:09.66] Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n[04:11.94] I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n[04:14.29] You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n[04:16.69] Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n[04:19.13] Nuff respects to many minds, ah-oweeeeee!\n[04:21.70] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:23.86] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:26.19] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:28.57] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:30.90] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:33.24] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:35.80] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:38.21] La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n[04:57.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: F.U. “Don’t Take It Personal”\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n  start_ms: 9550\n  end_ms: 11980\n- text: La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n  start_ms: 11980\n  end_ms: 14430\n- text: La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n  start_ms: 14430\n  end_ms: 16790\n- text: La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n  start_ms: 16790\n  end_ms: 19060\n- text: Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  start_ms: 19060\n  end_ms: 20560\n- text: Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  start_ms: 20560\n  end_ms: 22310\n- text: But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  start_ms: 22310\n  end_ms: 24280\n- text: So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  start_ms: 24280\n  end_ms: 25970\n- text: Is it, 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beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. 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now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Chip Fu]\n  'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, 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Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Moc Fu]\n  MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. 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beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nwhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nas I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\ncause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nadios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\na Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nba schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nand I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nand all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nand it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. 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The Golden Child\n[03:14.26] I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n[03:16.52] Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n[03:18.85] 'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n[03:21.33] Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n[03:23.82] Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n[03:26.24] Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n[03:28.80] Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n[03:31.10] I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n[03:33.51] I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n[03:36.12] The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n[03:38.23] The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n[03:40.89] Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n[03:43.08] Single, The Alarm, the girls cooties I will tingle\n[03:45.37] No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n[03:47.95] No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n[03:50.40] Write, the ca-pital, M.O\n[03:52.93] Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin 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beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  and I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  and all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) 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hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Chip Fu]\n'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n[Phife Dawg]\nNow here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n[Moc Fu]\nMC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the capital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIrregular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: Party Jam\n  duration_ms: 160000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Poc Fu]\n  Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin -- beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swim wear, girls callin' me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin beaucoup bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, schmuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Chip Fu]\n  'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-Stockings\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So ooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe Le Pew, Pepe Le Pew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove ([x4]\n  [Phife Dawg]\n  Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in collega\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x4]\n  [Moc Fu]\n  MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I manifest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, \"The Alarm\", the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the capital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Irregular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove [x8]\n"},{"id":21144357,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"F.U. Don't Take It Personal","duration":299.155083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: F.U. Don't Take It Personal\n  duration_ms: 299155\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":21306991,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu Schnickens","albumName":"The Wackness (Purple Mixtape)","duration":157.324125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu Schnickens\n  album: The Wackness (Purple Mixtape)\n  duration_ms: 157324\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":20066210,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"F.U. 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Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: F.U. Don't Take It Personal\n  duration_ms: 299155\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":20470842,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":299.075918,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: Greatest Hits\n  duration_ms: 299076\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":13492360,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu-Schnickens","albumName":"The Legacy Of Hip Hop East Coast","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nbecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nwhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nas I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\ncause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nadios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\na Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nba schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nand I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nand all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nand it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu-Schnickens\n  album: The Legacy Of Hip Hop East Coast\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  and I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  and all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":24940543,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"Pass The Mic - 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Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: Pass The Mic - The Posse Album\n  duration_ms: 298667\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"},{"id":22766552,"name":"La Schmoove","trackName":"La Schmoove","artistName":"Fu‐Schnickens","albumName":"F.U. “Don’t Take It Personal”","duration":282.5032,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\nBecause my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\nBut now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\nSo easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\nIs it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\nFu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\nNow we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\nGive me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\nNuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\nI'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\nWhich is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\nCall me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\nI'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\nFor bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\nAs I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\nDoobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\nCause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\nHeavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\nAdios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\nMr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\nWith the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\nYo, zilch kaput me nada none son\nI don't think so, so take a look at\nA Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\nBa schnicker bah snchnucker\nI ams what I ams that's all what I ams\nMy lyrics are never done\nI'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\nAl Bundy the Bud Light stud\nCome like tongues lashes, with the quickness\nMoc and Poc is, my witness\nAsk the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\nI'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\nJaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\nThese lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\nMr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\nYou said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\nAnd I don't stop drop, I get props\nI pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\nAnd all MC's jaws drops down\nMy accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\nRippin MC's to smithereens to their\nRibbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\nSo don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\nYou'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\nSo oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\nRip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\nChitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\nLa Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\nOther MC's that rap, their style is so-so\nPhife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\nI just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\nTwenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\nAnd this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\nBut I chose to pursue, in a field called music\nAnd with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\nGet on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\nPass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\nJust come inside your jam and witness who is boss\nAnd it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\nAs small as I am, I still can pack jams\nDo a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\nNot tryin to say that no one can get with me\nNot only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\nName one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\nMy name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\nNothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\nNow that you got what you want, do you want more?\n(UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\nI have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\nVaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\nBack in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\nShit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\nCause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\nUnleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\nI hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\nI rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\nThe Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\nThe rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\nReleasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\nSingle, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\nNo expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\nNo skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\nWrite, the ca-pital, M.O.\nChip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\nIr-regular styles is here too\nTripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\nNot Alexander but considered to be Great\nGreat, but, like the Grape Ape\nFake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\nBreak, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\nMovements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\nI guess not, cause you pause for the cause\nYou either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\nHoly Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\nNuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\nLa Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: La Schmoove\n  artist: Fu‐Schnickens\n  album: F.U. “Don’t Take It Personal”\n  duration_ms: 282503\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Yo, when I was small they used to tease me\n  Because my hair was peasy, hard and greasy\n  But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy\n  So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)\n  Is it, because I'm, rockin - beats, beats, beats\n  Fu-Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done\n  Now we in there like swimwear, girls callin me hon\n  Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex\n  Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT\n  I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion\n  Which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style\n  Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks\n  I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks\n  For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk\n  As I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke\n  Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.\n  Cause I ain't got nuttin to prove\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci\n  Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora\n  Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe\n  Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop\n  With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!\n  Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son\n  I don't think so, so take a look at\n  A Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee\n  Ba schnicker bah snchnucker\n  I ams what I ams that's all what I ams\n  My lyrics are never done\n  I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd\n  Al Bundy the Bud Light stud\n  Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness\n  Moc and Poc is, my witness\n  Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead\n  I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble\n  Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ\n  These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ\n  Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread\n  You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop\n  And I don't stop drop, I get props\n  I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion\n  And all MC's jaws drops down\n  My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin\n  Rippin MC's to smithereens to their\n  Ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS\n  So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip\n  You'll say \"Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship\"\n  So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?\n  Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it\n  Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew\n  La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow\n  Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so\n  Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills\n  I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill\n  Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE\n  And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE\n  But I chose to pursue, in a field called music\n  And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it\n  Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps\n  Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS\n  Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss\n  And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross\n  As small as I am, I still can pack jams\n  Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam\n  Not tryin to say that no one can get with me\n  Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery\n  Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice\n  My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice\n  Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore\n  Now that you got what you want, do you want more?\n  (UHH!) Because I got more in store!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child\n  I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile\n  Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere\n  'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair\n  Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this\n  Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous\n  Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin\n  Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin\n  I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK\n  I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop\n  The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan\n  The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East\n  Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo\n  Single, +The Alarm+, the girls cooties I will tingle\n  No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE\n  No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE\n  Write, the ca-pital, M.O.\n  Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show\n  Ir-regular styles is here too\n  Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake\n  Not Alexander but considered to be Great\n  Great, but, like the Grape Ape\n  Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break\n  Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken\n  Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token\n  I guess not, cause you pause for the cause\n  You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws\n  Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels\n  Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!\n\n  La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove\n"}]