Hot Potato - Freestyle Fellowship

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Don’t tip this my man

Ya know we fit’s the jam

So where’s the plan

Before shit hits the fan

A show gets ripped again

We did a round, rhyme, a riddler, reiterate

A written word, a rhythmic arithmetic, ridiculous, meticulous, Gift to give

You know me when you blew me

With your bit, lift your lid

Of the tip sound, around town

So boogie down with the brothers that will rock your party

Jump up, spin around, and sock somebody

Yeah

We like it when the beat be bumping

And you throw your hands in the air

Now

He might, she might, get night

Damn, right by way

We write, they fight, we fight

Fight, right, by light

Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship

Crew

They may say, he be me

We all look alike, we all know

Tricky rhyme flow all on cue

And we’re hardcore too

Oooh

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

We seen a potato about 50 feet high

We thought to ourselves we could make some fries

Grabbed our potato cutter and our knives

An started cutting them mother (fuckers), down to size

That’s when we opened up the Fellowship shop

Had sweet potato pie, and tater tots by the

Grand opening, tater town

That’s where we met Ms. Hashy Brown

She ain’t the type of ‘tato to be be passed around

Cuz her potato skin is smooth and her (ass) is brown

Now since my baby left me

I ain’t been quite as healthy

So I went to Alpha-Beta

Got a sack of fat potatoes

Cuz I thought that could help me

Mercy me!

Where’s my potato?

Mercy me!

(Sweet potato pie!)

Mercy me!

(Potatos au gratin)

Mercy me!

(Curly fries.)

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Now 1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, fo'

5 potato, 6 potato, 7 potato, mo'

8 potato, 9 potato, 10 potato, po-tata

Can’t find the way to Idaho!

Create a potato, We got a cradle at the door

Afraid of tornado potato and tomato woah

The Fellowship shop blew up, and what for'

So we can get ya ketchup when ya fresh up out the flow

Whoa, I’m I’m I’m the Mykah Nine

And I can’t fi.

i…ind the

Mi.i.ine more potato rinds

So I can dip my tip in the skins all the time

Hot potato, hot potato, hop on the table

{Pull a mike inflatable?] Au gratin, Edible hot tomato

Waiter wait

Serving a plate, stay awake

How about a taste, test

Yes, take it to ya local and bake it

Well once I see the Mexican fruit fly

On my neighbor’s ‘tato tree

What did he say to me

Maybe I should go inside and call him and tell him what’s popping

Or kick back and let the potato go rot

Because it ain’t a fruit

Potato is a root

And Mr. Potatohead is in a tato suit

So I peel off the skin, put it in a pot

Now I got my tato salad, soup, chips and chops

My shop is by the harbor

I’m the barber of Potato town

Come on down and let the man get down

The mo ‘tatos come through

The mo I’m paid

Have you ever tried to give a baked potato a fade?

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Freestyle fellowship in the house

Doing it like this in 92'

Ganjah K m.

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