Freestyle Fellowship Hot Potato Lyrics

[Hook: All]
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato

[Verse 1: All]
Don't tip this, my man
Ya know we fits the jam
So roll, get withs the plan
Before shit hits the fan
A show gets ripped again
We did a round, a rhyme, a riddler, reiterate a written word
A rhythmic arithmetic, ridiculous, meticulous, gift to give
You know me when you blew me
With your bit, lift your lip off the tip
Sound around town, so boogie down
With the brothers that'll rock your party
Jump up, spin around, and sock somebody
Yeah!
We like it when the beat be bumping
And you throw your hands in the air
Now
He might, she might, get like dyn-dyn-dyn-dyn-amite
We write, they fight, we fight, fi-fi-fi-fi-fight
Come ride the friendly styles of the Freestyle Fellowship
Crew!
They may say, "He be me
We all look alike, we all know
Tricky rhyme flow all on cue
And we're hardcore too"
Oooh!

[Hook: All]
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato

[Verse 2: All]
We seen a potato 'bout 50 feet high
We thought to ourselves we could make some fries
Grabbed our potato cutter and our knives
An started cutting them mother[-----]s down to size
That's when we opened up the Fellowship shop
Had sweet potato pie, and tater tots by the whop
Grand opening, Tater Town
That's where we met Ms. Hashy Brown
She ain't the type of ‘tato to be be passed around
'Cause her 'tato skin is smooth and her [---] is round

[Verse 3: Myka 9, All]
Now since my baby left me
I ain't been quite as healthy
So I went to Alpha-Beta
Got a sack of fat potatoes
'Cause I thought that that could help me
Mercy me!
Where's my potato?
Mercy me!
[Aceyalone:] Sweet potato pie!
Mercy me!
[Self Jupiter:] Potatoes au gratin
Mercy me!
[PEACE:] Curly fries

[Hook: All] Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato!
Hot potato, pass the potato!!

[Bridge: All]
Now one potato, two potato, three potato, fo'!
Five potato, six potato, seven 'tato, mo'!
Eight potato, nine potato, ten potato, po'!
'Tata – can't find a way to Idaho!
Create a potato, we got a cradle at the door
Afraid of tornado potato and tomato, whoa
The Fellowship shop blew up, and what fo'?
So we can get ya ketchup when ya fresh up off the flo'!

[Verse 4: Myka 9, Self Jupiter, Aceyalone, and P.E.A.C.E.]
Whoa, I'm-iiiii'm-I'm the Myka 9
And I can't fi-iiiii-ind the sweaty-er butt'y-er nutty galore
Mi-iiiii-ine mo' potato rinds
So I can dip my tip in the skins all the time
Hot potato, hot potato, hop on the table
Throw it in the microw––whoa!
Au gratin, edible hot tomato
Waiter, wait!
Serving a plate, stay awake
How about a taste test?
Yes, take it to ya local DJs and bake it
Well once I see'ed the Mexican fruit fly
On my neighbor's ‘tato tree
What did he say to me?
Maybe I should go inside and call him and tell him what's popping
Or kick back and let the 'tato go rotten
Because it ain't a fruit
Potato is a root
And Mr. Potatohead is in a tato suit
So I peel off the skin, put it in a pot
Now I got my tato salad, soup, chips and chops
My shop is by the harbor
I'm the barber of the Tater Town
Come on down and let the man get down!
The mo' ‘tatos come through, the mo' I'm paid
Have you ever tried to give a baked potato a fade?!?

[Hook: All]
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato
Hot potato, pass the potato

[Outro: Self Jupiter]
Freestyle Fellowship in the house
Doing it like this in '92
Ganjah K MC in the house...