The Return of the Crazy One by Digital Underground Lyrics
[Intro]
Okay, buddy, start playing
One, two, buckle my shoe
Scooby-Doo, Humpty what you gonna do?
[Verse 1]
Lick, lick, let me lick, smell, let me smell the flavor
And taste the behavior, the way ya
Been kicking it while the Humpster was lamping
Fishing and camping, out renting boats in the Hamptons
Eating good, working out and giving charity
Working on my vocal cord clarity
Hell nah, I can't front, I been at the crib G-ing
Slapping poontang trying to be the mack pappy
40-dog and piña colada peein'
Making my rounds to keep the Humpty girls happy
If you missed, me I was laying in the cut
Wrecking big butts and scratching my knees
'Cause my homegirl's cat got fleas
That's how it goes, the beat flow-flows
Yo, peep the new color of my nose
Representing how we been living, that's how it is
I'm not the Biz, but if I was to pick a booger
It'd be a big fat, gooey gold plated loogie
But I was born a yankee, so I use my hanky
The way I wear my clothes freaks the hoes 'cause I'm lanky
Speaking of hankies, I like hanky-panky
Especially when the hanky-panky's stanky
Of course ain't gonna be too much stanking
'Cause then my duty would be to give the booty a spanking
I like biscuits and grits, hold the sausage
And so you know it's me, I wrote some nonsense
Hova-glova, nivlan-blizman glaze-nell
The return of the crazy one
[Chorus]
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
You think I ain't?
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
You think I ain't?
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
[Verse 2]
Psycho alpha, that means the crazy one
Gold nose lazy one
Skill to kill, I never worked, I never will
I'm the original high yellow rich rigger bum
Hookers get mad 'cause they can't make me come
Around their way
Addicted to the way that I play
I like to chew bubblegum, make 'em laugh when I'm loving 'em
I blew a bubble and some Bubble-Yum got caught up in the booty
I thought it was the end of her
Gabriella needed an enema
So I put away the broom and we broke out the vacuum
Sort of like spring cleaning, Humpty Hump's leaning
Into the groove from the fat beat
The pimp slap beat
The, "Yo my head is nodding 'cause I'm hooked like crack" beat
Hiva-humping, rip-riva-rumping
Biva-biva-butt-pumping, rump-riva-rump-pumping
And it just ain't releasing me
The beat's obesity
So fat that it makes me shout
Ah-ha this beat's got gout
Not from the worms from the pork that you eat with a fork
But it weighs about a ton when it plays
Back to the honeys, the play-booty-bunnies
You know what's real funny to me?
When they get up for the downstroke
The look on they face when they almost choke
On the lean butter bean brown ham hock
I got the joke in the chamber and the gun's cocked
It's time to pull out my funny bone and get ready for the fun
The return of the crazy one
[Chorus]
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't? Think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't? Think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one, you think I ain't?)
[Outro]
Five, six, Humpty's sick
Seven, eight, just too late
To get the man the help that he needs
Yo, how 'bout some butter beans?
Okay, buddy, start playing
Okay, buddy, start playing
One, two, buckle my shoe
Scooby-Doo, Humpty what you gonna do?
[Verse 1]
Lick, lick, let me lick, smell, let me smell the flavor
And taste the behavior, the way ya
Been kicking it while the Humpster was lamping
Fishing and camping, out renting boats in the Hamptons
Eating good, working out and giving charity
Working on my vocal cord clarity
Hell nah, I can't front, I been at the crib G-ing
Slapping poontang trying to be the mack pappy
40-dog and piña colada peein'
Making my rounds to keep the Humpty girls happy
If you missed, me I was laying in the cut
Wrecking big butts and scratching my knees
'Cause my homegirl's cat got fleas
That's how it goes, the beat flow-flows
Yo, peep the new color of my nose
Representing how we been living, that's how it is
I'm not the Biz, but if I was to pick a booger
It'd be a big fat, gooey gold plated loogie
But I was born a yankee, so I use my hanky
The way I wear my clothes freaks the hoes 'cause I'm lanky
Speaking of hankies, I like hanky-panky
Especially when the hanky-panky's stanky
Of course ain't gonna be too much stanking
'Cause then my duty would be to give the booty a spanking
I like biscuits and grits, hold the sausage
And so you know it's me, I wrote some nonsense
Hova-glova, nivlan-blizman glaze-nell
The return of the crazy one
[Chorus]
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
You think I ain't?
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
You think I ain't?
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
[Verse 2]
Psycho alpha, that means the crazy one
Gold nose lazy one
Skill to kill, I never worked, I never will
I'm the original high yellow rich rigger bum
Hookers get mad 'cause they can't make me come
Around their way
Addicted to the way that I play
I like to chew bubblegum, make 'em laugh when I'm loving 'em
I blew a bubble and some Bubble-Yum got caught up in the booty
I thought it was the end of her
Gabriella needed an enema
So I put away the broom and we broke out the vacuum
Sort of like spring cleaning, Humpty Hump's leaning
Into the groove from the fat beat
The pimp slap beat
The, "Yo my head is nodding 'cause I'm hooked like crack" beat
Hiva-humping, rip-riva-rumping
Biva-biva-butt-pumping, rump-riva-rump-pumping
And it just ain't releasing me
The beat's obesity
So fat that it makes me shout
Ah-ha this beat's got gout
Not from the worms from the pork that you eat with a fork
But it weighs about a ton when it plays
Back to the honeys, the play-booty-bunnies
You know what's real funny to me?
When they get up for the downstroke
The look on they face when they almost choke
On the lean butter bean brown ham hock
I got the joke in the chamber and the gun's cocked
It's time to pull out my funny bone and get ready for the fun
The return of the crazy one
[Chorus]
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't? Think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (You think I ain't? Think I ain't?)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one)
Psycho-alpha (The return of the crazy one, you think I ain't?)
[Outro]
Five, six, Humpty's sick
Seven, eight, just too late
To get the man the help that he needs
Yo, how 'bout some butter beans?
Okay, buddy, start playing