Finger Lickin Good Caldato Fite Hill lyrics

It`s finger licken, finger licken good y`all
Finger licken, finger licken good y`all

So mike d what`s up? yo yauch what`s up?
Come on mike let`s tear it up
Hear no evil see no evil talking no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard money mark you know he`s not having it
Just give him some wood and he`ll build you a cabinet
I`m convinced that vince is ripping me off
I think it`s his girdle that`s tipping me off
Mike d`s out back and he`s growing onions
I`ve got bigger buns than my man paul bunyon`s
I`ve been going nuts gettin` all cooped up
Fully hermitizing but now i`m getting souped up
It`s time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Setting my sights and you know what i`m after
I`ll be in the paper the news with ernie ernesto
They`ll even print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here`s another special of the day
I`ve got more spice than the frugal gourmet

Well mike d what got for me
Show these good people what it means to be d
Well they call me mike d with the mad man style
I put the mic up to my lips and i can scream for a while
Created a sound at which many were shocked
I`ve got a million ideas that i ain`t even rocked
I`ve got the light bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You`re an idea man not a yes man
With a point to make you`re bound to take a stand
`cause i`m pete the puma minnie the moocher
Got every type of flavor that will suit ya
You know the bass is real fat because it`s gotta be like that
A snare on the funky tin and a taste of the high hat

Yo yauch what`s up? mike d what`s up?
Come on yauch, let`s tear it up
I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
Grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
`cause i can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Switching up the rhythm like the rhyme`s a piece of chewing gum
Now i might chew but i don`t bite
My ideas are mine when i begin to write
In my sleep i`ll be thinking `bout beats
And getting on the mic and busting some treats
And sporting the crazy funky threads that you`ve never even seen before
What i`m lacking from the macking i can find at the thrift store
I won`t scuff nor scuffle just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl i hear talk fly
Down some papaya down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles `cause there`s so much pollution
I can do the freak, the patty duke and the spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I`ll sell my house, sell my car and i`ll sell all my stuff
I`m going back to new york city i do believe i`ve had enough
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