Hot Potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Don't tip this, my man

You know we fits the jam

So, Rogan, where's the plan?

Before shit hits the fan

A show gets ripped again

We did a round, rhyme, a riddler, reiterate

A written word, a rhythmic arithmetic, ridiculous

Meticulous gift to give

You knew me when you blew me

With your bit, lift your lid

Off the tip sound, around town

So boogie down with the brothers that will 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 night

Damn, my brother

We write, they fight, we fight

Fight right by light

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, ooh

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

We seen a potato about 50 feet high

We thought to ourselves we could make some fries

Grabbed our potato cutter and our knives

And started cutting them motherf*******down to size

That's when we opened up the Fellowship shop

Had sweet potato pie and tater tots by the wop

Grand opening, tater town

That's where we met Ms. Hashy Brown

She ain't the type of 'tato to be passed around

'Cause her tater skin smooth and her **** is brown

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 my potato?

Mercy me (Sweet potato pie)

Mercy me (Potatoes au gratin)

Mercy me (Curly fries)

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Hot potato, pass the potato

Now one potato, two potato, three potato, fo'

Five potato, six potato, seven potato, mo'

Eight potato, nine potato, ten potato, potato

Can't find the 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 for

So we can get you ketchup when you're fresh up out the flow

Whoa, I-I-I'm the Mykah Nine

And I can't fi-i-ind the sweaty, a buddy, another galore

Mi-i-ine, more potato rinds

So I can dip my tip in the skins all the time

Hot potato, hot potato, hop on the table

Put 'em in the microwave and flavor

Au gratin, rotten, edible hot tomato, waiter, wait

Serving a plate, stay awake

How about a taste test?

Yes, take it to your local DJs and bake it

Well, once I see the Mexican fruit fly

On my neighbor's tater 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 potato go rotten

Because it ain't a fruit, potato is a root

And Mr. Potatohead is in a tater suit

So I peel off the skin, put it in a pot

Now I got my tater salad, soup, chips, and chops

My shop is by the harbor

I'm the barber of Potato Town

Come on down, and let the man get down

The mo' taters come through, the mo' I'm paid

Have you ever tried to give a baked potato a fade?

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

Freestyle Fellowship in the house

Doin' it like this in '92

Ganjah K, MC in the house