Mother May I? - Northern State feat. Chuck Brody, Northern State, Chuck Brody

Mother May I? - Northern State feat. Chuck Brody, Northern State, Chuck Brody

  • Year of release: 2007
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:15

Below is the lyrics of the song Mother May I? , artist - Northern State feat. Chuck Brody, Northern State, Chuck Brody with translation

Lyrics " Mother May I? "

Original text with translation

Mother May I?

Northern State feat. Chuck Brody, Northern State, Chuck Brody

Allow myself to introduce myself

I’m Hesta Prynn

Let me begin

I like my coffee

With lots of gin

And you could always tell what kind of mood I’m in

Cause I let it out, yo Spero turn it out

Okay it’s S-P-E-R-O fool

Gonna get on the floor and lose my cool

I believe in Northern State and the golden rule

Now Sprout’s gonna take y’all back to school

My name is Sprout ne

Now call me Tasia Mae

And don’t miss the buffet at my birthday soiree

Cause I’m a workaday gourmet

I sautee and flambee

And puree from Broadway through Norway and the UK

If you like my wordplay then enjoy my essay

And forget the throughway cause we rep the parkway

And I’ve got cache and a blue beret

And I’ll wear it while I ballet in your chalet

Mother May I?

Yes you may

I’m at the ice cream social and I’m having a ball

I’m giving pounds to y’all

I’ll rhyme in Espanol

O te lo digo in italiano tambian

Cuz I’m a guinea hen just like Sofia Loren

I’m gonna start my weekend right at the Friday fish- fry

Diggin deep in the books for some rhymes gone by

And I’m working on my tan getting nice and rotund

And you can write that check directly to my smoochies fund

In a state of confusion eating Asian fusian

I’ve been thinking hard and if you’ll pardon the intrusion

I’ll be coming like Joan Rivers and the fashion 5−0

Cuz I’m meeting fashionistas everywhere I go

Complex times call for complex rhymes y’all

A lime to a lemon said a lemon to a lime

I spend my time riding MTA

So get off your high horse Don Quixote

Mother May I?

Yes You May

We may not win a Grammy but it could be a Tony

You might have seen us live on the isle of Coney

Take the long way home b/c I like to roam

Enjoy a lemonade spritzer with Eliot Spitzer

I’m sippin watermelon daiquiris and sippin mojitos

Pass the guacamolito gonna do it our way like Carlito

And I don’t know why water on wood just makes it dry

So many contradictions don’t know what to believe

But I’m large and in charge so just call me Boss Tweed

And now you’re watching Spero like I’m on demand

And I’ll give it to you just how you like it man

Chuck Brody’s at the board he’s turning tasty knobs

Yo while we dropping bombs, why don’t you ask your moms?

I said there ain’t no stopping and there ain’t no doubt

We kick it all about, auf wiedersehn, we out

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