Lyrics: Digital Underground. Who Got The Gravy?. Odd Couple.

Good googily goo
Look what the cat dragged in
The mack's back in, we snap crack in
We got the jokes for you

Uh, look who the Hump bumped into
The old one two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker
Biz lay the vapors

I'm the vapor sprayer for the Himalayas
The M-iza A-ya R-iza K-aya
I'm the mayor
Leavin' emcees in a ditch

So get ready, we 'bout to start a fight in this bitch

Humpty Dumpty had a fight with his moms
He broke both her legs and both of her arms
Tidy Bowl Man tried to throw a fit
I told his punk ass he was full of shh

Shut your mouth, Biz
See you're always trying to take it further
I heard you bit a burger with a funky worm in it
Well, you had to play stupid 'cause you didn't clear the sample
And Lordy Lord, got you pushing hot dogs

Tupac was the only one that was living large
And Humpty, your nose is a two car garage
I know you got soul
I heard you don't eat pussy you be eatin' booty hole

No, my nose be in the booty
My tongue be in her vertical smile
I heard your sister had sex with Colin Powell

Your moms don't brush her teeth
I heard her breath was strong
Yo, you wrong
Why can't we just get along?

Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
The odd couple

The city so nice, they had to name it twice
New York, New York, the land of lights
We got the fashion, the widget, the project ditches
The Apollo, the Broadway, The Garden, the Pictures

So? We got the palm trees, G's being Hollywood swingin' large
Cars around the block with the stars on the sidewalk
Every stop lights a show case, not Lexuses
Brothers in Hummers following other friends in Benzesus

Ya, that's cool, y'all doin' your thing
But look what they did to that man Rodney King
They beat him and stomped him like a bunch of grapes
When I seen him he looked like the Planet of the Apes

Ya, you right, police don't act tight but in the riots yo
California niggas wasn't scared to go at po po
So yo, I'll take you down like Mavis
Every burroughs is thorough, don't forget Larry Davis

We got Dre and Quincy Jones, homes
Primo and Puff, Hump
Easy E and Tupac nigga
Scott La Rock and Biggie nigga

Compton, Bronx, Oakland, Brooklyn Bridge
Golden Gate, plus Huey Newton, Malcolm X
You got rats, earthquakes
Well, at least you'll never catch me wearing wigs in my videos
Oh, you don't have to go there, with your big, plastic nose

What about your big ass head? What about your buck ass teeth?
Your moms so black, I looked at her and thought that I was asleep
Your nasty ass moms gave me ear infection over the phone
Come on, man, why we can't get along?

Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
The odd couple

Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
Why can't we just get along?
Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?
The odd couple