Digital Underground — The Gravy

[Intro: Truck Turner, Humpty Hump] Mhm Yeah, D.U Truck Turner BDP Why? Yeah Humpty Humpty bout to put his thing thing down BDP in tha house, wassup? Truck T in tha house [Verse 1: Humpty Hump] Oh, yeah, here we go again Instant paper to the pen Yeah, to bring the lines then Begin, I’ve already begun Skyy Vodka on my tongue Bottles up while daddy’s about to come And cough up the lyrical loogie You’d think I was a break booth the way these niggas salute me It’s prime rhyme time I gets mine baby paw I leave you in a state of awe I rips it on the first bra Crackabis with that cigar Tuning like a guitar, so far These workie rappers, your flows do amaze me You all deserve the bubble yo But some is having trouble so Knock on my door, bring a cup I’ll hook you up, baby, fix you up A proper cup of Humpty gravy I put new niggas on y’all Cause I fall, they’d be savin’ me Holler at me, don’t be pagin’ me You can’t, I never owned one, that’s on my mother I hate the little annoying ass battery having fuckers Ask anybody they know A track without the gravy is like dried mashed potatoes Peace to BDP they hooked me up heavy Everybody else form a line and get your cups ready [Chorus] Who got the gravy? We got the gravy Pour it on baby, pour it on baby Yeah Who got the gravy? Humpty got the gravy Pour it on baby baby, pour it on Yeah Who got the gravy? We got the gravy Pour it on baby, pour it on baby Yeah Who got the gravy? Truck T got the gravy Pour it on baby baby, pour it on [Verse 2: Truck Turner] Punks tried to duplicate my flavour, Hump So they could spread the gravy thick But always ended up relapsed, don’t front I know we got your tastebuds [?] My style is offendin’ but I got loose from the begining No ending, that cup run it over with the gravy I pour some for my homies, and then I serve the ladies Baby, but don’t get greedy Some kids just restart my funky sound so I donate to the needy But don’t be a [?] this flow is mad fattenin’ The Steelo took the scales when he’s laughin’ Then into calories is like a million Had to put my flow on a diet just to fit up in the buildin’ So when somebody asks Who got the gravy and the stash? You’d better say Hump’ll kick the foot up in that ass And when somebody else asks Who got the gravy and the stash If you don’t say Truck, you’d better get set for the blast [Chorus] Who got the gravy? We got the gravy Pour it on baby, pour it on baby Yeah Who got the gravy? Humpty got the gravy Pour it on baby baby, pour it on Yeah Who got the gravy? We got the gravy Pour it on baby, pour it on baby Yeah Who got the gravy? Truck T got the gravy Pour it on baby baby, pour it on [Verse 3: Humpty Hump, Truck Turner] A lot of people wanna know the recipe for the gravy Not Chef Boyardee but cook it all live for you, baby Damn, the lyrical flow you can’t get out of a can Stricly homemade to keep a brother paid This hint can’t be took out of a cookbook Here’s what you got to do for gravy lyrics in your stew Add one part skills, two parts flavour [?] should get the life I have [?] behaviour Styles upon styles that’s the secret ingredient Put the top on and let it simmer in experience Let it marinate, in the slum that’s how we do it Serve it up, live the facts of life of that I grew with Sometimes I let the honeys lick the butta out the bowl, funk patrol Make it sure is hot, don’t serve it cold We boogie oogie oogie with the track on boil, Humpty! What? Spice us! Look out the cookin’ hole (Who?) [Chorus] Who got the gravy? We got the gravy Pour it on baby, pour it on baby Yeah (Who?) Who got the gravy? Humpty got the gravy Pour it on baby baby, pour it on Yeah (Who?) Who got the gravy? We got the gravy Pour it on baby, pour it on baby (Who?) Yeah Who got the gravy? Truck T got the gravy Pour it on baby baby, pour it on (Yeah, hahah) (Uh) (Who?) (Who?) (D.U. got the gravy, pour it on!) (Who?) (We got the gravy) (Who?) (Who?) (Hahahaha, yeah!)