Digital Underground — The Return of the Crazy One

[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