Tom: Db major
Verse 1
Gm
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Where in the hell did the hip hop go?
Yo Aceyalone do ya know, do ya know?
Verse 2
Gm
Well here we go hot cake
dough?
G
F
Jellybeans banjo candy store
Gm
F
Polka dot backpack microphone
G
doggie bone
G
Gm
Chippeechippa chop bust
a flip flop
Skateboard tennis shoes
Gm
F
Telephone poles bakin' hot rolls
Gm
A '91 pinto sittin' on Vogues
G
Bubble gum tick tock hound
G
Cock-a-doodle doo-doo and and and
Am
F
Leap out the room grab the old broom
G
Eat a watermelon and walk
on the moon
Cherry coke canteloupe little old maid
F
G
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and
a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll football fan
F
G
F
I flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man
G
A double bunk bed a 40 to the head
Now get up and watch me rap
to cornbread hey
Verse 3
aceyalone I hear ya
Verse 4
white shark? well I have
I was on a boat I built and sailed around
the world don't laugh
Yeah I was a crook an' met captain
hook an' got tookin' a captive
Wrote a book in 31,000 chapters
yeah yeah that's it
I seen the ghost of Augie creek
I went to fantasy island
Gm
Gilligan's island and pirates peak
G
And then to nappa valley rappers
alley and stayed a week
I met the queen of all my dreams
and we danced cheek to cheek
And then we freaked
Had a fight with King Kong
G
Johnny socko's giant robot and
wrestled with Conan
I jumped on a rocket with Davy Crockett
G
And landed and seen a time bandit in the sand
I traveled with Gulliver and
I'm a hell of a patrol
Gm
Looking for the Acapulco pot of gold
G
F
He blazed I raised little bastard
got me floated
Am
G
Hit the road and had to hitch w the son of
a bitch who turned into a toad
You ever slept on blueberry hill well I will
We'll have to connive and cook
and clean for a meal and that's real
Planted three jolly green bean
weed seeds in a field
A tree grew all the way up to
the sky and I smoked it
Verse 5
G
Well I seen zig zag as he
was zooming in a Z
Looking zorked and zany like
a Zulu zombie
He thought he was a zenith
F
G
with a zebra ont he scene
He was a buzzing in the zone like
Bullshit
Verse 6
F
G
Well jingle bell jingle bell sugar on toast
The fellowship shop is from the west coast
Hey hash and eggs crocodile legs
I'll bring the chronic you
bring the kegs
Buckwheat and stymie's down with
While Tommy and Annica were
beating up Pippy
Karate chops snap crackle pops
Cough up a lougie shake
Cause I got a home girl that's
F
G
giving out nougies
Mr George Bush was on my floor
F
G
Cracked out butt naked
G
F
Hey little rascals Eddie Haskell
G
Black eyed peas with a lot of tabasco
Chico stix big fat chicks
Old reruns of the Jefferson hits
Eenie meenie miny mo
larry and shemp
Slide me some skin on the
G
Training bras holey drawers
Vonte and D double E
Double dutch afros parakeet crap
Honey I kilt (killed) the kids
G
w my rap
Then my DJ Kiilu he came and said
G
Yo I'll scratch the break
Verse 7
you rap the cornbread hey
G
See I'm a big old black
man a big old black man
A big old black wacky tacky black man
Born w my mama
arrived alone
F
G
And I'm alive and survive
in a one room home
F
G
Never take a hand-me-down never
never never dig a bone
G
I give and I live and I handle my own
Used to a peewee now I'm full grown
F
jigaboo I'm hard like stone
G
I drink out the jug I eat out the pot
I learn and I earn and I love what I got
My mama ain't a housewife
daddy ain't a cop
I was taught to be a fair
man shoot your shot
Snake in the grass livin'
in the past
F
Seein' nobody got my hindside
F
I'm the chugalug thug from
Am
F
nicolett and (?arquette?) street
bailin' no good cheat
Not a lie two-facin' a a
G
I'm a ebony woman chasin'
G
So bring in the news singin' the blues
I don't shovel no shit
and don't shine no shoes
Sittin' on the roof top
G
F
listenin' to the wind
My life is on the end my grin is pretend
G
I'm a die in my rockin' chair
Verse 8
F
Am
See I'm a bad boy I'm
I'm Aceyalone a nigga from the boonies
F
I'm Aceyalone (....?????what the
hell is he saying???????......)
baby bubba
What you say what you thought was
really going on you don't know
Right right but you got
caught by
Aceyalone ranger Aceyalone stranger
Willing to gimme a pound cause I'm just
abound (?about?) to lose you
So bamboozle out instead
Just remember that brother
who spits the cornbread
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