Bitties in the BK Lounge

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De La Soul is an American hip hop trio formed in 1987 on Long Island, New York. The band is best known for their eclectic sampling, quirky lyrics, and their contributions to the evolution of the jazz rap and alternative hip hop subgenres. The members are Kelvin Mercer, David Jude Jolicoeur and Vincent Mason, known under a variety of nicknames. The three formed the group in high school and caught the attention of producer Prince Paul with a demo tape of the song "Plug Tunin'". more »

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Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it? (You don't know?)
I'll tell you (you don't know?)

Well, it was a Wednesday (mhm)
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry (mhm)
Like two eggs and a sloppy slice of lettuce (what else?)
And a glass of milk and some cookies
Spotted in the mist was the BK logo
What we said, well, what do you know
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on

Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy
Don't you see I'm trying to put this band-aid on my finger?"
Lingering, I could tell
She's a BK mademoiselle
Wrinkled uniform and bottom bell
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking $2.45 an hour
And then Boss Hog hollar
"Girl, you better make this quick"
She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick"
I had an idea and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it

Dreadlocks fallen all over me 
And then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And, oh, with quick velocity, honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?" "Ain't you that girl?"
"De La Soul, right?" "No Tracy Chapman"
"Why don't you come over to the counter 
And write me out an autograph?"
Ha, ha, ha, I had to laugh
She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph
But me and Hog just laughed and laughed
"What's the name of that song you sing?"
"Living In A Fast Car," I said
Forget about the order I made
I'll go get a slice of pizza instead

Bitties in the BK lounge
All they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK lounge
The bitties in the BK lounge
Bitties in the BK lounge
All they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK lounge
The bitties in the BK lounge

(Super bitches)
What's taking him so long, Shoshana?
Yo, I don't know Rosita 'cause I been waiting out here too long
And for a cheeseburger? He's too busy looking at these girls
And he's supposed to be the manager
Manager? Hello, excuse me?
Yo, would you take my order?
What's up? Yo, excuse me

Excuse me, would you take my order? I have to go
Shoshana's got a real job, dag, don't you know?
Oh, yeah, now, I recognize (yeah, what's up?)
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes (fake?)
Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?
Yes, you can, but you can keep your lies
'Cause you know you can't diss me
But you pissing me off (what are you talking about?)
I know where you live and I know that you're soft (yeah, right)
You're as booty as they come (booty?)
And you dress like a geek
My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray (oh, boy)
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know your just sweating me 
So, baby, kill the noise (sweatin' you? You're buggin')
With your polyester pants and they're, oh so, high waters (yeah, right)
Look at what you do all day but take orders
You bow-tie wearing, clocking and staring (yeah? Yeah?)
I know you just upset 'cause you can't get the rap
I think you better chill before my man give you a slap (don't even try it)
Yeah, I know your man (I know you do), the biggest punk in school (punk?)
Selling Devil rock to the fiends and the fools (he makin' money)
With one hand that punk I could snap (ha)
The kid is so skinny
But, yeah, we livin' fat
Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?
'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor (excuse me?)
Or better yet, pour it down the pants and let the acid kill
The smell that should've been left to Massengill (mistake me for your mother?)
Let me make you a deal, take the soda-free and jet
I got too much family to heed your threats
Oh, you a family man? (Word booty)
Well, I shouldn't be surprised
Since your sister's flipping burgers 
And your momma's frying fries (don't even try that sh-)
And, oh, damn, look (what?)
Here comes one more
It's your father, he just finished mopping the floor (yeah, right)
Now give them a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
Well (well, what?)
Aren't we living foul? (Yes, we are)
Speaking of foul, how 'bout some chicken for the cow? (Your mother)
Oops, I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomach's always big due to sexual slip ups (that's your sister)
I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man (huh, you better)
I think that's something you should understand
I tried to be nice and help the poor make money
And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewherem dummy (yeah, okay)
Now BK workers is too damn rude
I think I'll go get me some Chinese food (see ya)
Yeah (and with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover)

A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know
Maseo, what goes on? (A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know
Maseo, what goes on? (A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know
Maseo, what goes on? (A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I don't know, but check me on out
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya buggin')
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya buggin')
Ask for a burger, catch an attitude
The taste is worse, come off extremely rude
But when I snap back, you tamper with my food
(Uh-uh, ya buggin')
Bitties, y'all be flippin' (uh-uh, ya buggin')
Bitties, y'all be flippin'
Honey, your hair really looks a bore
A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure
Forget the burger, bitch, I'll go open up a donut store
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha, a-ha-ha

Yo, this is Baby Chris
And you're chillin' on the Beat Down hour
Rumor has it that De La is openin' up a donut shop
You heard it first on WRMS
Peace

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