Digital Underground Lyrics

Album: Sex Packets

Gutfest '89 Lyrics

Pump pump de pump pump it up y'all we're talkin 

bout a hip hop doll 

Babe when you feel me ooh how you thrill me 

You are my hip hop doll 

Yes baby would you go with me once and for all 

And then when you squeeze me ooh how you please me 

You are my hip hop doll 

Yeah baby if you married me we'd have a ball 

Kick the beat y'all 

She was an east coast dame she knew she was pretty 

The place: a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic City 

The girl was down, you know what I'm sayin 

there wasn't much room to groom. 

People talking and tickin' clock stopped, when she walked into the 

room 

Kick it K, 

Her beauty was shocking: pretty mouth, pretty nose 

A pair of black fishnet stockings: pretty feet, pretty toes 

I made a last minute play to the men's room, to get myself into groove 

Turned to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said, 

"shmoove" 

Got out the mirror, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was hittin 

I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started spittin 

I set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a nine point 

nine" 

But her face looked confused she said, "come again," 

I said, "You know the way you fell inside of the place, you got style" 

She smiled, said "You're working real hard for some satisfaction" 

She grabbed the dice, and told me "go on" 

I said, "Oh my God, she's givin' me action." 

As we was kicki it live, i threw a four and a five, my point was a 

nine 

She told the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine," 

And then she tipped him a dime 

The wine arrived, we made a toast 

let's try to keep it all in the midst, click 

I downed a swallow of wine and threw my point: a three and a six 

Know what I'm sayin? 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop doll 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll 

Bust it: 

Just lookin at this girl was dope 

She made me nervous 

(You know, like a Jewish man feels when he meets the Pope) 

So I said to myself, "think fast, game, but don't insult her." 

I had to be cool because the girl had class, I can tell she was 

cultured 

I made my spill: tickets to the symphony, music by Sebastian Bach 

But her reply, "Well son don't be ill, 

You see I don't listen to nothin but HIP-HOP!" 

I said, "damn," I let her throw me a curve 

I don't know what came over me 

Cause all I had to do was stay down, you know what I'm sayin 

But check out my recovery: 

I said, "Yo, you really like hip hop? Well, you're lookin' at an MC 

And to you I dedicate this rhyme, young lady, so put your arms around 

me." 

She said, "Baby, I've heard all the lines 

I pioneered this, I'm housin, I ain't no joke 

I get raw, how you like me now? You're a customer, et cetera" 

But then she started to choke on her wine 

I said, "Easy baby not so fast," 

I took the wine glass out of her hand 

She said, "No no no, you don't seem to understand, my man 

Look at the tables, you hit ten grand!" 

I said, "Yeah!" 

Picked up my chips, turned around, extended my arm 

And then I screamed, "I'm kickin it!" 

Took her by the hand, "Let's go, you're my good luck charm" 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop doll 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll 

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll 

Cut it up, fellas 

Babe when you feel me, ooh, how you thrill me 

You are my hip hop doll 

Yes, baby, would you go with me once and for all 

And then when you squeeze me, ooh how you please me 

You are my hip hop doll 

Yeah, baby, would you go with me once and for all 

Yes, baby, would you marry me? we'd have a ball 

My hip hop doll 

Yes, baby, if you married me, we'd have a ball