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PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC Blowfish
MC Blowfish
Vocals
Money B.
Money B.
Vocals
Shock G
Shock G
Vocals
The Computer Woman
The Computer Woman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
G. Jacobs
G. Jacobs
Songwriter
R. Blowfish
R. Blowfish
Songwriter
Digital Underground
Digital Underground
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Digital Underground
Digital Underground
Producer
Atron Gregory
Atron Gregory
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Now last night, underwater, I saw a French mermaid
Treated her to caviar and wine over shrimp brain
In the raw, on the ocean floor, need I say more?
You never heard nobody kick it like this before
Pink champagne, octopus brains
Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane
That sucker tried to hit a mix, but the mix didn't happen
Records kept floatin' all the fish kept laughin'
A blowfish blew my mind and started to rime
As the octopus cut nine records at a time
Your boy said, "Show me how to keep my records down"
But the shark ate his amp, your boy got clowned
The rimes he say have no particular order
Underwater, un-der-derwater
Go 'head bite his rimes if you think that you oughtta
Hold your breath, MC's, my rime's underwater
I tried to mix a cut from a TV blooper
Got pulled by a deep sea state trooper
Told me that I didn't have the right to bite
I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper"
Sittin' in my aqua-blue jail cell, didn't have my bail
I had to break out with the rhyme
Shrimp scatter on a platter, I rock like a mobster
Told an MC, "Yo, you look like a lobster"
Qualified to wreck your mind, I get busy one time
Like fish on a dish, you get served with the rime
Kick the jam in a crowd, if you need a for instance
Watch the people stop, they don't want to miss this
I'm tweakin' your speakers, and I'm makin' no sense
'Cause on your turns, this record burns like incense
The rimes he say have no particular order
Underwater, un-der-derwater
Go 'head bite his rimes if you think that you oughtta
Hold your breath, MC's, my rime's underwater
1, 2, 1, 2, see, 1, 2, 1, 2, they call me MC Blowfish
We're gonna do a little something like this
Well, I'm a deep sea gangster, underwater prankster
Kissin' all the girl fish, dissin' all the shankstas
Because I blew your mind and started to rime
Doesn't mean that we're cool, 'cause you'll be back next time
With a hook and a line, so you can hear that fryin' sound
I'm tellin' you I'm down
I'll spin your boat around, leave suckers lost in the bay
You wanna play? I'll hook your line to a stingray
Get out of here with your boat with a stick
Get out of line, I'll call my homey Moby Dick
I'm not thinkin' 'bout dyin', fool, stop tryin' to test me
People fishin' don't catch me
And when you get home, sad 'cause you missed
Just remember MC Blowfish
Ha, and you don't stop
Ah, yeah, uh-oh, here comes that stupid shark again, I guess I better blow up
Written by: G. Jacobs, R. Blowfish
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