Ulpiano Sergio Reyes (born April 12, 1967,South Gate, California), better known as Mellow Man Ace, and also known as Lord Sha'mel Allah, is an American rapper. He is best known for his hit single "Mentirosa." He is Sen Dog's younger brother.
Cypress Hill is an American hip hop group from South Gate, California. Cypress Hill was the first Cuban-American/Latino hip hop group to have platinum and multi-platinum albums, selling over 18 million albums worldwide. It is one of the most well-known groups in West Coast rap and was critically acclaimed for their first two groundbreaking albums.
Senen Reyes (also known as Sen Dog) and Ulpiano Sergio Reyes (also known as Mellow Man Ace) are brothers who initially lived in South Gate, California. In 1971, their family had immigrated to the United States, settling in the Los Angeles neighborhood of South Gate. In 1988, the two brothers teamed up with Lawrence Muggerud (also known as DJ Muggs) and Louis Freese (also known as B-Real) to form a hip-hop group named DVX (Devastating Vocal Excellence). The band soon lost Mellow Man Ace to a solo career, and changed their name to Cypress Hill, after a street in South Gate.
After recording a demo in 1989, Cypress Hill signed a record deal with the major label, Columbia Records. Their self-titled first album was released in August 1991. The lead single was the double A-side "The Phuncky Feel One"/"How I Could Just Kill a Man" which received heavy airplay on urban and college radio. The other two singles released from the album were "Hand on the Pump" and "Latin Lingo", the latter of which combined English and Spanish lyrics. The success of these singles led to the album selling two million copies in the US alone. The group made their first appearance at Lollapalooza on the side stage in 1992.
[scratched collage of]
(Huuaa!)
(Yeah, it's gonna be very wicked)
(That old real shit)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Ah yeah)
(No doubt indeed)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Yeah)
[VERSE 1]
The majestic sun rose and those in the city
Were astonished at the fact that Mellow was more gritty
Praise to the Lord of Hopes who puts the devil in his place
And brought forth Mellow Man Ace
From the camp of the Latin Thugs and Soul Assassins
Full of concepts and ideas that just be blastin
Conquerin fear and all who's in his path
Complete with a staff to tabulate the math
Standin on the word like tons of concrete
Battlin defeat and rose to his feet
Establishin the goal that so long ago was stole
Achievin heights of up to platinum and gold
Catchin the thief in his tracks, expect sevenfold
Double what he had for every lie told
Weatherin the storm and that's word bond
Plantin the seed that brings forth the corn
[CHORUS]
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
[VERSE 2]
Shocked and amazed deejays played the stage
Of full manifestations that cut like razor blades
Award shows came and players in the game
Were hatin from the sideline as they read his name
Walkin through the valley of the shadow of death
Spittin game at em till his very last breath
Comin from the slums of the North Hollywood
Re-inventing himself like a true player should
All acolades pre-written before time
Way back in the days before they sent the first rhyme
See the crowds gather as they flock in great strengths
Bringin him gifts and travel to great lengths
The return of the prodigal son, hip-hop disciple
Dodgin all bullets from telescopic rifles
Armed with the Word, so who shall come against?
Peace to Sen-Dog, big up's to Common Sense
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Blessings from the Heavens and the cup runneth over
The jam is priceless, it's in the eyes of the beholder
Now it's blowin up, no doubt, there's no debate
Cause good things come to those who sold weight
Heavy rotation, you hear him on your station
Make no mistake, this is true revelation
Since the days of Noah and the floods to the arch
He had nuff game to put the park into the dark
The lyrics lead the way and let you see the vision
As it all comes to pass comes the fruitful vision
The musical arrangement wins treasure of the year
A true masterpiece from Collective Funkateerz
Now the day is dawning, the sun cracks the skyline
Through metropolis echos out another fly rhyme
Miraculous miracles, a verse from the Lord
Words breathe life or death, a double-edged sword
Miracles
Miracles
PEACE!
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
[Prodigy] (No doubt indeed)
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
(No doubt indeed)
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
Miracles
Miracles [until end]
[VERSE 1]
You better run and hide when you hear my growl
Cause I'm a hip hop creature, and I'm on the prowl
While I'm talkin I'm stalkin, and rappers are my prey
I creep at night and I sleep all day
I despise the sunrise, swoon the moonrise
Then like a beast I increase in size
But your cries ain't nothin to me, cause I don't pity you
And my mission is to cold get rid of you
Bitin MC's, I'm fightin MC's
Bring em to their knees, plus: "Drive on, please
Spare my life!" but you're a sacrifice
I write the rhymes from the blood drippin off my mic
It ain't Jason, it ain't Poltergeist
Even though the rhymes are fly, it ain't Vincent Price
It's just the first part of the double feature
So you better run, boy, cause I'm the Hip Hop Creature
[VERSE 2]
I make Jeckyll & Hyde seem like Hansel & Gretel
Tom & Jerry, or Albert and Costello
But yo, this ain't slapstick, it's like a horrorflick
And I'm a gool, and I'm here to school
Mediocre rappers with a style that's scary
And eerie, which makes you leary
You not even wanna look in my direction
And grab a cross, and think that's your protection
But yo, this ain't Dracula, that's too regular
I'm much more frightening, especially when lighning
Strikes, and it's 12 midnight
You're in for the scare of your life
Cause it's a frightnight-mare
There's no way you can run, cause I'll reach ya
And furthermore I fight you and I beat ya
And here's the second part of the feature
You better run, homebody, cause I'm the Hip Hop Creature
[VERSE 3]
I'm the Hip Hop Creature, here to do my job
Scare the suckers, cause my monologue is McCobb
That's why MC's see me and try to get chummy
I rap so close around em and they end up like a mummy
Dummy, you gets nothin from me
Except the creeps, so I suggest you keep
A safe distance between you and I
Stay back, like Brooklyn: do or die
Cause I'm 'bout to knock you out like Tyson on a roll
Hit you with a beat, I rhyme outta control
A non-stop attack landin on your brain
You're lookin kinda wobbly, do you know your name?
Now the match is over, I put you in your place
Forget Al Pacino, I'm the Rap Scarface
I got directors flockin to have me in their feature
Coming soon to your town: The Hip Hop Creature
[scratched collage of]
(Huuaa!)
(Yeah, it's gonna be very wicked)
(That old real shit)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Ah yeah)
(No doubt indeed)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Yeah)
[VERSE 1]
The majestic sun rose and those in the city
Were astonished at the fact that Mellow was more gritty
Praise to the Lord of Hopes who puts the devil in his place
And brought forth Mellow Man Ace
From the camp of the Latin Thugs and Soul Assassins
Full of concepts and ideas that just be blastin
Conquerin fear and all who's in his path
Complete with a staff to tabulate the math
Standin on the word like tons of concrete
Battlin defeat and rose to his feet
Establishin the goal that so long ago was stole
Achievin heights of up to platinum and gold
Catchin the thief in his tracks, expect sevenfold
Double what he had for every lie told
Weatherin the storm and that's word bond
Plantin the seed that brings forth the corn
[CHORUS]
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
[VERSE 2]
Shocked and amazed deejays played the stage
Of full manifestations that cut like razor blades
Award shows came and players in the game
Were hatin from the sideline as they read his name
Walkin through the valley of the shadow of death
Spittin game at em till his very last breath
Comin from the slums of the North Hollywood
Re-inventing himself like a true player should
All acolades pre-written before time
Way back in the days before they sent the first rhyme
See the crowds gather as they flock in great strengths
Bringin him gifts and travel to great lengths
The return of the prodigal son, hip-hop disciple
Dodgin all bullets from telescopic rifles
Armed with the Word, so who shall come against?
Peace to Sen-Dog, big up's to Common Sense
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3]
Blessings from the Heavens and the cup runneth over
The jam is priceless, it's in the eyes of the beholder
Now it's blowin up, no doubt, there's no debate
Cause good things come to those who sold weight
Heavy rotation, you hear him on your station
Make no mistake, this is true revelation
Since the days of Noah and the floods to the arch
He had nuff game to put the park into the dark
The lyrics lead the way and let you see the vision
As it all comes to pass comes the fruitful vision
The musical arrangement wins treasure of the year
A true masterpiece from Collective Funkateerz
Now the day is dawning, the sun cracks the skyline
Through metropolis echos out another fly rhyme
Miraculous miracles, a verse from the Lord
Words breathe life or death, a double-edged sword
Miracles
Miracles
PEACE!
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
[Prodigy] (No doubt indeed)
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
(No doubt indeed)
You must believe
You must believe in
Miracles
Miracles
Miracles
[Santana's "Evil Ways" and "No One to Depend On" played throughout]
[Verse 1]
Check this out, baby
tenemos tremendo lio
last night you didn't go
a la casa de tu tio (huh?)
resultase, hey you were at a party
higher than than the sky
emborrachada de Bacardi (no I wasn't)
I bet you didn't know que conoci al cantinero (what?)
He told me that you were drinking, and wasting my dinero
Talking about, come and enjoy what a woman gives a hombre
(but first of all see, I have to know your nombre)
now I really wanna ask ya, que si es verdad (would I lie?)
and please por favor, tell me la verdad
because I really need to know yeah necesito entender
If you're gonna be a player, or be my mujer
cause right now you're just a liar, a straight mentirosa (who me?)
Today you tell me something, y mañana otra cosa
[Santana Samples]
[Verse 2]
I remember the day, que tu me decia
Time and time again que tu me querias (I do!)
and at the time, hey! yo te creia
porque no sabia that you where a relambia
You and Fulanito y Menganito, Jose-ito y Fernandito
Larry, and Joey, y then his brother Chico (uh-uh)
Mucho de frontera, that's a straight skeeza
si quieres un pedacito go her way cause she's a pleasa
But I'll tell ya, straight up porque broder me di de cuenta
That on Main Street her cuerpo estaba a la venta
Now get some el que quiera, get some cualquiera
Hey yo, she don't care man, she's a tremenda fiera
Yeah, you're hot to try and out to get what I got
Pero ya que te conosco what I got I guess not (porque)
Cause you're just a mentirosa con tu lengua venenosa
Today you tell me somethin y mañana otra cosa
[dialogue]
Mellow-"Girl, I can't believe you.
You know my mother's talking about me,
my friends are talking about me. Not me about you."
Girl-"About me?"
Mellow- "You're nothing but a skeezer"
Girl- "A skeezer? Don't be calling me no skeezer!"
Mellow-"S-si eres tremenda fletera mami uhuh la verdad."
Girl "Uhuh eso es que tu te piensas"
Mellow- "I bet you go to church and you're scared to confess."
Girl-"No, I do confess baby. I do confess."
Mellow-"Uh huh. Do you tell the truth, though?"
Girl-"Yeah I do."
Mellow-"Yeah right."
Girl-"Do you?"
Mellow-"Yeah! You're nothing but a skeezer you know what?
I got some other stories to say about you. And it goes like this."
[Verse 3]
Un dia estaba en tu casa y ring, there goes the phone
Recojiste y dijiste (call me back, I'm not alone)
El queria tu direccion, yeah just your address
y ante que colgaste I heard you say (I'll wear a dress)
Ay, alabao' que descar'a is what ran through my mind
So I said let's go out tonight
She said (we go out all the time!) Alabao' man!
Ella no sabia that yo, I knew her plan
de que iba a salir with that other man
So I told the girl in spanish I said hey! Ya me voy (pero porque?)
Cause you ain't treating me like I'm some sucker toy
Cause who needs you anyway (I need you!) con tu lengua venenosa
(no te vayes mellow no te vayes, yo te necesito!)
Today you tell me something, y manana otra cosa (tsk! but?!)
(This is the mellow)
(Rhyme was def, and then it went this way...)
[VERSE 1]
Basically it's like this
My patterns of talking exist
As a funky manoeuvre of reciting lyrics
Stayin calm, but then droppin my bombs
With my voltrons, protons and my atoms
Boom! An explosion, I'm speakin very complicated
Where others have failed I have conquered and excelerated
Like Courtland in his court I command the fort
The teacher that's teachin, and I need no support
Now few people can talk, but more people can gawk
But I prefer that you be down with my block
Because my funky dope spanglish for sure gettin dumb
Evaluatin suckers scared of my second comin
Now everytime I see ya, you try to bite the formula
But I'm just ignorin ya, and tellin ya, it ain't for ya
Don't take this as a diss, fella or dweller
Just showin you my form through my Talkapella
(Ooh, that's funky)
(Ooh, that's funky, momma)
(Rhyme was def, and then it went this way...)
[VERSE 2]
Yes, I'm the one with the profound sound
Clockin my music dope all around
See, from what I give ya you will receive
It's all in the delivery from A-c-e
Till my mind control is controllin my mind
And I'm lettin you know that I'm controllin mine
Cause I could buck your head, yeah (buck)
I could buck your head, yeah (buck)
I could buck your head one time, yo
But see, I haven't got the time to do the crime, yo
No, I haven't got the time to do the time, yo
I'm just hypin, hypin up the atmosphere, y'all
There's no one that I fear, y'all, I make this very clear, y'all
I smack you with a lyric until you start to cheer, y'all
So listen to the funky chumpie that I brought to share, y'all
Not a ??? of character, but I'm still there after
Everyone's gone from the scene, cause I don't care if the...
I just wanna bring, yo, my crazy funky lingo
Displayed upon the microphone when I want to swing, yo
Yes, my talkism is gonna be a seller
Through my Talkapella
(Ooh, that's funky)
(Ooh, that's funky, momma)
[VERSE 3]
By now you love the rhythm
Cause how I like to give em
I'm not a greedy brother, you want some?
Take this for some
Now get funky, that's why I gave it to ya
That's right, I definitely had to save it for ya
Yes, I want you to enjoy my methods of speak
No worries, be happy, mi tribe is elite
Yes, I'm equipped with the hype tip
Of speakin, yes, talkin somethin you can deal with
But it's somethin 'bout the hip-hop, we just can't live without it
Give us a place to be, and then we'll absolutely house it
The beat concoct trauma after at a coma
And you will find an exclamation after the word drama!
Then you will learn I'm on ya, and I will be upon ya
Because it's dope, my man, you see, I know that you'll respond to
My talkism is gonna be a seller
You wanna know why? Causer it's my Talkapella
[VERSE 1]
You better run and hide when you hear my growl
Cause I'm a hip hop creature, and I'm on the prowl
While I'm talkin I'm stalkin, and rappers are my prey
I creep at night and I sleep all day
I despise the sunrise, swoon the moonrise
Then like a beast I increase in size
But your cries ain't nothin to me, cause I don't pity you
And my mission is to cold get rid of you
Bitin MC's, I'm fightin MC's
Bring em to their knees, plus: "Drive on, please
Spare my life!" but you're a sacrifice
I write the rhymes from the blood drippin off my mic
It ain't Jason, it ain't Poltergeist
Even though the rhymes are fly, it ain't Vincent Price
It's just the first part of the double feature
So you better run, boy, cause I'm the Hip Hop Creature
[VERSE 2]
I make Jeckyll & Hyde seem like Hansel & Gretel
Tom & Jerry, or Albert and Costello
But yo, this ain't slapstick, it's like a horrorflick
And I'm a gool, and I'm here to school
Mediocre rappers with a style that's scary
And eerie, which makes you leary
You not even wanna look in my direction
And grab a cross, and think that's your protection
But yo, this ain't Dracula, that's too regular
I'm much more frightening, especially when lighning
Strikes, and it's 12 midnight
You're in for the scare of your life
Cause it's a frightnight-mare
There's no way you can run, cause I'll reach ya
And furthermore I fight you and I beat ya
And here's the second part of the feature
You better run, homebody, cause I'm the Hip Hop Creature
[VERSE 3]
I'm the Hip Hop Creature, here to do my job
Scare the suckers, cause my monologue is McCobb
That's why MC's see me and try to get chummy
I rap so close around em and they end up like a mummy
Dummy, you gets nothin from me
Except the creeps, so I suggest you keep
A safe distance between you and I
Stay back, like Brooklyn: do or die
Cause I'm 'bout to knock you out like Tyson on a roll
Hit you with a beat, I rhyme outta control
A non-stop attack landin on your brain
You're lookin kinda wobbly, do you know your name?
Now the match is over, I put you in your place
Forget Al Pacino, I'm the Rap Scarface
I got directors flockin to have me in their feature
Ah yeah
(Down with the crew from up the hill)
I like the way this is turnin out
(Down with the crew from up the hill)
(Krazy D)
(Go off, go off)
(Krazy D)
(Go off, go off)
(Krazy D)
(Go off, go off)
[Krazy D]
Hm-hm, pardon me, but like 1-2
You slept, but take a peep
Yes, the maddog's creepin
Workin muthafuckas that's sleepin
Suckers only know I bust jaws or come out to brawl
To drop them niggas like freefall
I go nuts, so if a duck's to shoot
I pack a .380 tucked as I strut in my zoot suit
You stated bein down with a click
But when I step to hit you up you act wack and don't claim shit
So get the fuck on as I drop bombs of warfare
Fuckin your girlie cause I don't care
Much for that ass as I pass them
I collect and wreck niggas and like a pimp I keep slappin
On and on and on till dawn
I rock on, makin 'hoods lookin like Lebanon
Clockin my grip as I rip to get righteous
To be the hypest from Cypress
(T is the Chief)
(Go off, go off)
(T is the Chief)
(Go off, go off)
(T is the Chief)
(Go off, go off)
(Leader of the pow wow)
[Chief T / Tomahawk Funk]
Well, I'm here to recite, unload
Some lyrical ammo
Rock on, break it up with the steady flow
The brave brother runnin wild swingin my tomahawk
Don't play around or you might get scalped
Shout for help, but it's not gonna matter
The Funkdoobie shit
This chumpie's on hit
I'ma flow on, my brother
So sucker, run for cover
Hip-hoppin lyrical rhymes droppin
Like Crazy Horse, of course
I'm ready on the warpath
For me to scalp a sucker you don't even have to ask
I get hype at night, track ya, stalk ya
I'm on the hunt till it's time to spliff a blunt
The redman ready to run ya
The hip-hop funkster, warpath's attackin
No time for slackin, my brother, I'm aimin
Claimin my Tribe, why?
Cause I'm the hypest from Cypress
(Cypress Hill)
(Go off, go off)
(Cypress Hill)
(Cypress Hill)
(So come on, the Cypress starts to kick it)
[Sen Dog]
Now don't tease me or tempt, I have a hot Cuban temp'
I take it light, but I start fight if you try to offend
See, I don't sniff blow for, that's because I don't crawl
On the ground, lookin up at all y'all
(Sen) Dog, never again will I bend
No letters of death or threats will I send
So I'm puttin an end to all the dumb shit (dumb shit)
Dumb shit, that 'homes, where you from'-shit
Cause I run shit my way all day
Don't play, cause it won't pay
Niggas wanna play with the pistol
Make me get pissed, though
You get a fistful
Make you eat knuckles
Feel your knees buckle
Still feeling brave when
You're sleeping on the pavement
Save it, the beatdown, who gave it?
Senen, no more explaining
(This is the mellow, the mellow)
(Go off, go off)
(The mellow)
(Go off, go off)
(The mellow)
(My man) (my man)
(1, 2, 3, 4)
(Get on the mic)
[Mellow Man Ace]
Oh, I'm a sell-out? Ha-ha, cause all my records sell?
I got me paid and laid, out here sippin lemonade
You come to see me, right? You even bring your hoe
And when I'm finished rippin shit, you're still like 'I don't know...'
Is he really hype?' 'Is he my girlie's type?'
'Is he the kinda muthafucka that can really write?'
'Am I on his tip?' 'Damn, I musta slipped'
'Cause I even brought my girl, I must be on his dick'
You're damn right, gee, you got a double ticket
She copped one of my shirts and now she wants to kick it
What up with that, bee? Have you lost it, bro?
She's got my posters in her room, calls me her niggaroe
She just be juicin you, straight up be usin you
And when I come to town, she's like 'I'm losin you' (see ya)
So you get jealous, right? And tell your fellas, right?
And then you all come to my show, all over jealous, right?
Now I could call ya out, but I'ma stall ya out
Cause I'm promotin peace, and like a soldier, yo, I'm ballin out
Now I'm the Spanish Fly, and I might just
Come off so nice that I'm the hypest - from Cypress
Aiyo yo yo yo
Yo yo, man
Yo, let me take..
Check this out
I got the Hillsters
(Hill Squad)
I got the Hillsters
Funky Cypress Hillsters, out here gettin ill, so
I got my man D
And my man T
My mellow Sen Dog and I'm the A-c-e
But yo yo
You know how..
You know how..
You know, people used to ask me:
"Yo, how did you get started, man?"
Well, D..
Wa - wait a minute
G, won't you bring the track down, you know
And D, won't you come up on the mic
And show em how we used to do..
[freestyle Krazy D]
Not just a punk from the streeet
Can get deep to a flow
And go for broke
Cause I break niggas in half and laugh
In their fuckin face
Not knowin how hard the Latin Lord can get
I pack a cuente just in case niggas wanna strip
[freestyle Chief T]
Check the funky styles of music, choose it
The piecemaker givin you a hit of the good joint
Inhale the smoke and let the peace pipe burn
Check the beat, check the groove, yeah, you need it
In your fort you come up short
You send for more troops, I got with the Hill Tribe
[freestyle Sen Dog]
I say Cypress Hill after you, bro
And cuts a afro down to a cameo
I got my back covered even when I'm solo
My Tribe's meaner than shit, so fuck the ammo
So it's Cypress Hill to all the bimbos
And you can dance to the funky lingo
But at this time I rhyme for my amigos
Get out the way, man
Try to take over my jam, right?
But check it out
I would -
I used to say some shit like
You know, I would go like, well - ahm
[ freestyle Mellow Man Ace ]
Well, here's my step to ya, my gettin-next-to-ya
Cocky son of a bitch, you don't think that I can wreck, do ya?
Well, I be flexin, cold slappin necks, and
Please feel free to jump in line and be the next man
To get that head flown like a k-k-k-kite
I can stutter-step and stumble and still come off hype
Cause one thing's for sho', and that's I flow from the start
You love all my homies, but you forward to my part
You say: I like the way that he be swingin, bringin
Funky little styles with the crazy fly singin
That's what I do the best, don't need the buddah bless
To get you all hype and jazz'der than the rest
I could get smoked out, and then get loc'ed out
But see, the album's comin flyer than the most out
Cause I'm Mellow, and I'm in the house
Came here tonight to turn it out
And I'm outta here
And I'm outta here
And I'm outta here
[all]
We're the hypest from Cypress
We're the hypest from Cypress
We're the hypest from Cypress
We're the hypest from Cypress
Let's get the fuck out
Mellow Man Ace
[VERSE 1]
I came all the way from Cuba just to babalu ya
On a raft to the river, from the river on to ya
Steppin like a prisoner who came por El Mariel
With a mission incomplete, cause I didn't kill Fidel
I brought a conga drum and some Celia Cruz records
My mother had me dressed in high-water pants with checkers
Talkin 'bout, "Oye niño, no te hagate porfiado"
"Grow up and make some records, so you don't have to live quemado"
So now I'm that kid that brought the Spanglish lingo, baby
With a guayabera shirt and a hat that drove you crazy
Ladies tried to play me, so I had to play em back
And called em mentirosa, but I'm fly and attract
Now I'm a mega, ???, you see me on the pista
Talkin 'bout Spanish Fly, my man, ???
And all my boys sit around and call me coy
They gave me the name of Babalu Bad Boy
[Grand Puba] (The Babalu Bad Boy)
[VERSE 2]
If you don't think that I can swing
Check out the way I do my thing
Yo, I move and shake and bake it
Cause that's the way I make it
I never front a move and everything just come butt-naked
I lift it, uplift it, and shift it nifty
Change my flow with two words you don't know
Like mentirosa, mañana otra cosa
And like I got your girlie hangin by the chocha
Hangin and we're swingin it
I think she like the way I came this year
Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha
Dancin to my hip-hop like it was some salsa
But yo, this chumpie is comin sorta funky
And Mellow is your mellow that be swingin like a monkey
And the way I rhyme is makin sucker MC's mad
Cause Mellow Man Ace is just Babalu bad
(The Babalu Bad Boy)
Take me to Cuba
Straight from Havana
[VERSE 3]
Now you say I ain't no bickey
But you're always on my dickey
I tell ya, ??? so Ricky is sticky
The way I run my rhyme makes you think I hit the hooter
If Cypress got my back, well, that don't mean I hit the buddah
I'm clever than ever and ever
For who shall ever stop this endeavour
To bring you bilingual lingo
Liked by Hispanics, blacks and all you gringos
Yo lo mezclo, I mix it, ??? and fix it
Serve it up right so that you wanna kick it
Spliff it like it was a joint
Yo, it's the joint
Yeah, burned to the point
Get with it
If you can't swing, just quit it
Forget it, now just let it
Flow, flow like Ricky Ricardo
Yo Muggs, do me the favor and kick in the bongo
Cause what's a Cuban man without a little conga
A little salsa into my samba
A little mambo into my bongo
Boom-cacka-boom - that's how they go
So Muggs, we quit, we're outta here
I think I like the way I came this year
See, I'm the Babalu bad boy...
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom
Babalooyee
Babalooyee
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom
Babalu-ba-ba-la-ba-la-bam-boom
Babalooyee
Babalooyee
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky joint?)
My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum
My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum-drum-drum
My homie Snoop Lover's on the diddy-drum-drum
Me, I'm Mellow Man, I'm on the mic, so here I come
[VERSE 1]
The M-e-double l-o-w M-a-n A-c-e
Rope-a-dope and definitely in the place to be
Came to tear it up and now I put you in the wrong mode
I deliver lyrics for the s-p's in song mode
You can't delete it, rappers can't beat it
It's just like crack, when you start, you need it
So light me up right, go 'head, take a puff
Sho nuff, you love that Mellow Man stuff
So you come back for more, eh - wantin to score, eh -
Rewound tapes of funky joints, you can't ignore, ya
Mellow joint fiend, jockin me blindly
Go to ten stores, but you just can't find me
Cause I sold out, that's without a doubt
Cause that's what makin money is all about
So I'm sorry, soft sport, you come up short
Cause you ain't got the money to pay for rhymes of this sort
Every day you come up shorter with a dollar and a quarter
I should smack you right now, that's what I oughta
Do, cause I don't play, I just get straight to the point
Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka)
(Say, muthafucka)
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky joint?)
[VERSE 2]
Now I'm not the kid you wanna go with, know it
Good and well that I'm the bilingual poet
I smoke impostors and crews, the Tribe's in a
Gangsta bang, cause it ain't nothin but a thang
I come off like niggas, never pull triggers
Never live foul, but to girls I send shivers
So the day I die on my tomb it'll say
'He smoked muthafuckas and got pussy all day'
So watch me flow, girls, and come a little harder
Girls call me papi, the daddy, the father
But I'm just an outgoing kid that be flowing
Over my mouth and drop rhymes without knowing
So I suggest you back up, go get your back-up
Of 10 or 12 rappers that I'ma cold smack up
One by one, cause ain't a damn thing changed
And seein me enforce is like watchin L.A. gangs
So check me out, hey, you just got done
By the Babalu Boy droppin lyrics on the one
I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point
Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, gettin funky in the joint
[Rammmelzee]
(We're gettin funky
This is the funky beat)
[Rammelzee]
(Funky)
(Get funky)
[VERSE 3]
Yo, I'm smooth with my flow, and you can bet a smooth talker
Never know what I'll hit next like [name]
Or Strawberry, hittin a off-speed pitch
Your girl, she's a schemer, so I say (what up, bitch?)
And you don't even run up, or try to get some of
This milky vocal-dropper, dope son of a gun
Mellow Man is in the house, y'all, work it out
Cause that's what throwin joints is all about
I come ready steady ready (what?) to cut you up like Freddy
(Who?) Krueger, and wild up like Crazy Eddie
(With what?) with crazy vocab (and) dope gift of gab
(What?) Stupid bilingual, wrote rhymes by the pad
So watch me drop ya, ugh, got to stay hyper
The man on the mic servin you type of
Hype that slams on time to basslines
But back up off me, nigga, let the mastermind rhyme
I won't bullshit, I just get straight to the point
Mellow's in the house, gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka)
(Say, muthafucka)
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky joint?
Much money I done spent in here