Crip's Adventure

[Yellow Submarine]

Check out the new rap. Some parts have been edited to make it flow better and make it look like lyrics. Enjoy, yo.

TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!

Rhymes with
yoga, yoga, yoga.

And
Bogota, Bogota, Bogota.

Or
quota, quota, quota.

Sammy Sosa, Sosa, Sosa.

Posta, Posta, Posta.

Barbarossa, rossa, rossa

Is grossa, grossa, grossa.

It'll make you go
comatosa, tosa, tosa.

Ill smack you with my
toasta, toasta, toasta.

And you will
roasta, roasta, roasta.

I will not.


Now ride my rolla coasta, coasta, coasta.

Crip will
boasta, boasta, boasta,
about his
coasta, coasta, coasta.

Because teh females prefer it teh
mosta, mosta, mosta.

They all be sayin
o ya, o ya, o ya.

Then they be like
whoayea, whoayea, whoayea.

Crip is shoutin who's
yo papa, papa, papa

Then i go in and make it
popa, popa, popa.

Suddenly she starts singin
Gaga, Gaga, Gaga

Then theres a little kid in the basket going
wa, wa, wa.

They all want their
baba, baba, babas

But i just wanted teh
tata, tata, tatas.

But now she is a
mama, mama, mama.

But im like
na, na, na.

She's askin why there's so much
drama, drama, drama

And im like i
gotta gotta gotta go.

And she like why ya gotta
go-a, go-a, go-a

Because i got with
teh flow, flow, flow.

She screamin
no, no, no

But im like
oh, oh, oh.

She yellin "You
ho, ho, ho"

But im still like
go, go, go.

Crip is in his boat and he
row, row, row

But im like a volcano, about to
blow, blow, blow.

The intensity
grow, grow, grow..

Then i wuz like
row, row, row..

To the
Bahamas, amas, amas.

Rocking smexy
pajamas, amas, amas.

Chillin with the
laydahs, laydahs, laydahs

And Crip was all like
ooooooh ya, ooooooh ya, ooooooh ya

Then i wuz dun, so i went
booyah, booyah, booyah.

Yeah
cowabunga, bunga, bunga.

She wanna ride my
chunga, chunga, chunga.

She got
tha fevah, fevah, fevah

When im dun im gonna
leaver, leaver, leaver

And gonna go on another
endeavor, deavor, deavor.

The End.