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Here Comes The Heavster Lyrics - Blue Funk - Heavy D & The Boyz

Intro: (interview with some lady) 

 

"Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" 

-- Pete Rock and CL Smooth's "Mecca and the Soul Brother" LP 

 

Uhh, yeah, here we go, what 

funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

Uhh, yeah, here we go, what 

funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

This one goes out to all those... heads 

KnowhatI'msayin? Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan 

Money-earnin Mount Vernon, can't forget the uptown 

Here we go 

 

Verse One: 

 

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Aiyyo turn me loose I don't produce with no buttercup 

Premier got the butter cuts, here comes that ol rugged stuff 

No room for no pitty-pat, petty kitty-kat rap 

I jig em renege em or give em a dug em diggum smack 

I seen you hangin on ghetto blocks, tryin to get ghetto props 

You need to stop, you're just a ghetto flop 

Here comes niggy-nack piggyback, knapsack sacky 

Saki, classic like a Kawasaki, rough like Rocky 

Sisters call me dadi Puerto Ricans call me papi 

You can't stop me 

Uhh, cause in these times of tough times 

I'm coming with rough rhymes 

Rugged beats I'm passin time on satin sheets 

And where I came from, some come from 

Tryin to diss the champion, numba one, Don Gargon 

Talkin behind my back like they alla that, they ain't halfa that 

Matter of fact, I'm the one who put the town on the map 

Tick tock tick, things are getting thick 

"Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" 

Yeah... funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

Uhhh... yeah, well alright c'mon 

Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

Yeah... yes, well alright c'mon 

Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

 

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Verse Two: 

 

Here comes the bigger bro, I'm on the slow nigga flow 

I like to do bigger show, so I can get bigger dough 

I hung out in crazy states, sit down and ate crazy steaks 

In the morning time I wake up with a rhyme and soem Corn Flakes 

Rap is a stallion's job, hung out with italian mobs 

I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards 

Around in the Source van, got paid when my horse ran 

And despite the verdict, I'm still a Mike Tyson fan 

In the trench I get ruff, on the stretch, I get vexed 

Eddie F's on the set who's next to get wrecked 

Mr. Sweeperman, time to do the sweep up 

Brothers couldn't keep up, spendin too much time with their feets up 

Listen to it, this is how I do it 

When I wreck a set rhymes float like fluid 

Lord have mercy on those who curse me 

You don't appreciate, neither-for you don't deserve me 

Tick tock tick, things are getting thick 

"Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" 

Yeah... what? Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

Uhhh... talk about it alright yeah 

Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

Uhhh... yeah, well alright c'mon 

Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go 

 

So break it down 

"So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster" 

(repeat 8X) 

 

Verse Three: 

 

Didn't it make you sick when I went pop and I kept my props 

and I blew up the spot and was large on your block 

I know it did that's why you formed the committee 

Of a bunch of itty bitty silly Milli Vanilli hillbilly niggies 

never mind all the chitter chat, cause I got a bigger bat 

Step out of line again to get your jaw tapped 

Don't try to play me for cream puff 

Forgot I was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh? 

You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunkie 

Quick at the lip, but when you see me you flip like a monkey 

It always amazes me, how some brother's faces be 

Smilin but behind your back they talk like an enemy 

But I got a sharper blade, from here I see better days 

Sittin on my porch countin loot drinkin lemonade 

Swingin with the shy type, girl who's the fly type 

The non gettin high type, that's how you know she's my type 

Tick tock tick, things are getting thick 

"Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick" 

(repeat until end) 

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