Hello I'm Robert Goulet! Da da de da da do. I know one thing we can agree on when a professional gets his mitts on a song that's when it really takes off. Da da de da da do ba dob a do. That's why I've gone out and done the music world a frickin' service, and cut this compact disc. It's called The Coconut Bangers Ball: It's A Rap. Ha Ha Ha -- a little inside, I know. Anyway what you get is one full hour of rip roarin' rap music. Not by some dubious ruffians without the chops, but by a professionally trained voice man. No musical accompaniment. It's just me out there. Watch what I do with this little ditty from Sisco called the "Thong Song."
"Oh girl that dress is so scandalous,
And you know another nigga couldn't handle it.
You see dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Not like a what, what, what
Baby move you butt,butt,butt
I think I'll sing it again
Sha bang, sha bop,bop bop.
Thong Song"
Something like that. Hey, you wouldn't let a clown fix a leak in the john. So why do you let these hooligans tear down the biz. Yeah!!! I don't care if he is mister Notorious Big. Can he croon?
"Poppa, I like it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you think your a playa
Poppa, I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys makin' money playin' niggaz just like dummies
Poppa"
You get the idea. We call it Coconut Bangers Ball: It's A Rap. It's Snoopy, Dre, Biggie, Puff Man, Cooooooooolio, the whole bunch.
"Who let the dogs out,
Who let those dogs out,
Who let those little mutts gooooooooooo!
Yeah! Goulet!"
Well I gotta a gig to make, but do yourself a big favor alright and go out and ( Big Horn walks into scene) hold on lookee here. It's a big horn. Well! (grabs bowl of food) That's why I come up here. Look at you. You're hungry. You don't even blink do you. Quick -- staring contest me and you! Now!
You win, you always do. That's why I come up here.
Nature! Goulet!
Anyway check out the CD you'll just love it. Or my name isn't Robert Goulet.
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