Prince - Dead On It lyrics

I turned on my radio 2 hear some music play

I got a silly rapper talking silly shit instead

Sayin? the only good rapper is one that's dead on it

Uh, dead on it

Shall we go back? (Yeah!)

Let's go

Negroes from Brooklyn play the bass pretty good

But the ones from Minneapolis play it like it oughta should

A mackin? fro is better when U got a blue bonnet

And the 2 and fro is funky when the grease is dead on it

Funky dead on it

Uh, dead on it

Shall we go back?

Let's go

Funky dead on it, wow

See, the rapper's problem usually stem from being tone deaf

Pack the house then try 2 sing, there won't be no one left

On it

Parking lots on fire, brothers peelin' outta town

They say in disgust, been singin' their guts

Rappin' done let us down (down, down)

We got 2 be dead on it

Dead on it (Dead)

All the sisters like it when U lick 'em on the knees

Don't believe me? (No)

Do it once then stop

They'll be beggin? please, please, please (please, please, please)

Shoo bee doo wa, dead on it

What does that have 2 do with the funk? Nothing!

But who's payin? the bills?

If U don't wanna lick my knees

I'm sho' your mama will, uh

Cuz we, cuz we, cuz we dead on it

De..de..de..de..de..dead on it, on it

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

My bed's a coffin, Dracula ain't got shit on me

My nickname's Hellzapoppin?, I'm badder than the wicked witch

I got a gold tooth cost more than your house

I got a diamond ring on 4 fingers, each one the size of a mouse

They dead, they dead on it

(Asses is crackin?) {x2}

La, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la {x2}

Wait now, hang up, dial tone on the 3

U know, U know I'm busy, 2 scizzy

Can't nobody fuck with me!

Cuz I'm dead (on it, on it, on it) on it

(Shoo bee doo wa wa, dead on it)

Dead on it, on it, on it {fade out}

Dang, dang, dang, dang (Dead on it)

Shoo bee dang, dang, dang, dead on it

Dead, dead on it