Our Honkee rhymes are mellow and phat
They flip and they fly and they soar like that
Flowin' on the mic like a tippy-tippy gat
But such is life for a suburbian cat
The Dutchboy has got substantial grooves
The Reverend smooth with his swoonin' moves
Ice Milk comes in a nickel bag
Together we honk like that's why we're made
Three suburban kids who've got to honk big
A whole wide world with us to dig
To honk is life for three white boyz
So that's why we're makin' all of this white noize
So there's something happenin' right over here
The 3 Honkees came to make it all clear
It's not up, or down, or left, or right
It's the baddest ass music and it's way outta sight
Ask the Dutch and he'll tell it to ya plain
With the sounds and the beats that drive ya insane
That's his mega bass, rollin' down the streets
Out open windows like candy and treats
Sweet to the ear are his DJ sounds
So serious to him just like cappin' rounds
The Reverend talks and he rolls like such
Together a team, he and the Dutch
Kick it
Movin' so fast The Reverend on the mic
Smooth and phat at the speed of light
See him move, he's here then gone
But one thing is clear, he's gotta honk on
Ice Milk cool on a summer's day
Jammin' with the Honkees and he's here to stay
A little bit of him like a little bit of sky
Startin' real low and gettin' real high
Swayin' around with their gangsta strolls
3 Honkees come in stacks and rolls
One thing to know if nothing else
We're 3 Honkees honkin' and we're honkin' up hell
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