Voodoo Chile (jimi Hendrix) Lyrics
Well i stand up next to a mountain I chop it down with the edge of my hand Well i stand next to a mountain I chop it down with the edge of my hand I pick up all the tiny pieces and make an island Might even raise just a little sand., yeah 'cos i'm a voodoo child God knows i'm a voodoo child I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time, I'll give it back one of these days I said i hate to take up all your sweet time I'll give it back one of these days And if i don't see you no more in this world I'll meet you on the next one But don't be late,


[Money B]

Now what have I got here?An instrumental spot, yeah

Time for me to put some funky hip-hop there

.. allow me to do the honors

You know the voice, but did you know the name was Ron or

M-O-N-E-Y dash, B so don't be alarmed

when you be hearin please oh please oh please

Money B, get loose, I never argue

I step up, with a whattup, whattup I'm on you

are next, what you'd expect a strong rhyme

It goes like this, for a long time

Cause ticka time is money (money) and money is ticka time (time)

And Money gets money everytime, that I go for mine

Line after line, like a laser

I be what they call a leaper, for the ways I

leap into the airwaves, sky with the rhyme flow

Droppin bombs on the others below

And while I'm climbin, they seem to get smaller than ants

And I'm hyped, cause I can see 'em dancin

And the few, standin 'round waitin

for me to come down, but I keep elevatin

Cause yo, I get up, and then continue to climb..

.. I got hang time



{*DJ Fuse*: "Money B, the freaky deaky", "just hangin.."

.. "like the brother's supposed to" - 2X



[Money B]

Doowhutchalike, that's what my boy cold Shock'n said

And what I'd like to do, is cold clock the bread

.. and so I make it like a bakery

There's no takin me, so what you make of me?

You're just another perpetratin sucker that steals

While I was makin rhymes, you made crack deals

Thought it was funny you - said "Yo Money's through"

Heard it and hippidy-hopped on like a bunny do

Silly rabbit, kick the habit

Stop smokin, I'm from Oakland

And all that means is that I know where I'm from

and where I'm goin to, cause I'm a (?), see?

I'm kickin it out, better than nice, I'm naughty

Backstage I kiss my girl and my forty

I hear my name cause my people, support me

And those who don't know say, "Go shorty! Go shorty!"

Heads and arms, begin to swing and then

just like Spike, I +Do the Right Thing+

I like pick a fly topic, to speak about

And then like Jordan on the court'n, I frea it out

I clock a score much higher than a nine point nine

.. I got hang time



{*DJ Fuse*: "Money B, the freaky deaky", "just hangin.."

.. "like the brother's supposed to" - 2X



[Money B]

Not all about kickin it, but you know this

For kicks I'm takin my flicks in gangster poses

I'm doin this for the money, and I suppose it's

the way I kick my verbals that's why you all, chose this

ace to be your number one I'm sharp as a knife

Short in stature yet the rep I get is larger than life

And I'm doin this for the Money, and not for my health

And you're correct if you suspect, I'm stuck on myself

I'm not tall, but when I play ball, I take - charge

Cause in this thing, I'm livin EXTRA large

Cause I'm bodacious, I'm bodacious

You're likin the way that I'm sayin it twice

cause my display is nice, so

Feel free about pressin rewind..

.. uh-huh, I got hang time



{*DJ Fuse*: "Money B, the freaky deaky", "just hangin.."

.. ";like the brother's supposed to" - 2X



[Money B]

Time out, is over, the buzzer is soundin

I catch my breath, the mic is inbounded

I take posession, now I'm in control

So just keep on movin, like Soul II Soul

As I, bring it up, stop, at the top of the key

The pressure's on, they're lookin at me

But it's the competition, that brings out the man in me

I play it cool cause my fans keep fannin me

A team of MC's standin there blockin the hoop

They try a double team, but I don't play that poop

My man Fuse, sets the pick, and I break

Another sucker steps, and so I give him the shake

I give the next one a dose, of the same old drug

As I dip through the hole, he tried to plug

And the last MC in my path, with seconds to go

Standin bout six ten and a half

I take flight, right over the great big punk

and throw down a Darryl Dawkins chocolate thunder dunk!

So next time, you wanna contest you climb

.. punk, I got hang time {*"Yes, yes!"* see-ya!



{*Fuse scratches to fade*