Prince - Dead On It Lyrics
Riding in my thunderbird on the freewayI turned on my radio 2 hear some music playI got a silly rapper talking silly shit insteadAnd the only good rapper is one thats dead on itUh, dead on itShall we go back? (yeah!)Lets goNegros from brooklyn play the bass pretty goodBut the ones from minneapolis play it like it oughta shouldA magnum fro is better when u got a poof on itAnd the 2 and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it(funky dead on it)Uh, dead (on it) on itShall we go back? lets goThey dead on it, wowSee the rappers problem usually stem from being tone deafPack the house then try 2 sing,There wont be no one left (ha ha) (on it)Parking lots on fire, brothers peelin out of the townThey say in disgust, they singin their gutsRappin done let us down (down down)U got 2 be dead... on itDead on it(dead)All the sisters like it when u lick em on the kneesDont believe me? (no)Try it once then stop, theyll be beggingPlease, please, please (please, please, please)Shoo be doo wa, dead on itWhat does that have 2 do with the funk?Nothing, but whos paying the bills?If u dont wanna lick my knees, Im sho your mama willUh, cuz we, cuz we, cuz we dead on itDe, de- de- de- de- de- de, dead on it, on itLa, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, laMy beds a coffin, dracula aint got shit on meMy nicknames hells-a-poppin, Im badder than the wicked witchI got a gold tooth, costs more than your houseI got a diamond ring on four fingers, each one the size of a mouseThey dead, they dead on it, on itLa, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, laLa, la, la, laLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, laLa, la, la, laWait now, hang up, dial tone on the 3U know, u know, Im busy, 2 scizzyCant nobody ***** with meCuz Im dead (on it, on it, on it)On itShoo be doo wa wa, dead on itDead on it, on it, on itDang, dang, dang, dang, (dead on it) shoo be dang, dang, dang, dead on itDead, dead on it
