Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School) - Lyrics - Devil Without A Cause - Kid Rock

Title: Welcome 2 The Party (Ode 2 The Old School)
Album: Devil Without A Cause
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, R.J. Ritchie, Brian Holland, Matthew Shafer, Edward Holland

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Lyric:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening 'til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome 2 the party

Well, my name's Kid Rock, I'm a Capricorn
Detroit City, where I was born
When I was young, I knew I'd always be
A super live body rocking MC

I'm TNT, I'm dynamite
And I?m gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab, I can walk the walk
I became an emcee when I learned to talk

Saying, ?Goo goo, ga ga?
I gotta lotta time to eat MCs like piranhas
I'm a pro at this, yeah, the ultimate
'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick

I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas

I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not under paid
I'm one of kind here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes before their time

The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight, I think I'm gonna go pro

So here we go, here, here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
'Cause people like to hear my bass
Go boom, boom, boom, ba boom

The one, two, three, the three, two, one
Don't stop me now, I've just begun
Don't cut me down, don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight

I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights, I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em

I'm a hidden gem, a rolling stone
I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome 2 the party

It ain't nothing but a party, hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome 2 the party

Uh, uh, excuse me Mr. Kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something to say right here?
Oh, yeah, go ahead, baby

I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognac

I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my

It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome 2 the party

Hey, Grandmaster 5
That old school shit's fresh
But uh, let's rock some of that
Fucking 1998 Kid Rock shit, bro

I'm an Irish lad but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my dick off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off

I'm no rip-off, it?s all original
Not too political, a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa

Don't start drama, mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to Din Dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl sucking dick on video tape

I like pussy, sucking on titties
Fucked a lot of different bitches
From a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend
Then drop outta high school

I got a whirlpool, don't even ask
Licking pussy underwater, shooting bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine

Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches and give it to my whores

What up? I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party

Rock the party, rock the party
Rock the party, rock the party
Rock the party, rock the party
Rock the party, rock the party

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Welcome 2 The Party - Lyrics - Kid Rock

Title: Welcome 2 The Party
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, R.J. Ritchie, Brian Holland, Matthew Shafer, Edward Holland

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Lyric:
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening 'til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome 2 the party

Well, my name's Kid Rock, I'm a Capricorn
Detroit City, where I was born
When I was young, I knew I'd always be
A super live body rocking MC

I'm TNT, I'm dynamite
And I?m gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab, I can walk the walk
I became an emcee when I learned to talk

Saying, ?Goo goo, ga ga?
I gotta lotta time to eat MCs like piranhas
I'm a pro at this, yeah, the ultimate
'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick

I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas

I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not under paid
I'm one of kind here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes before their time

The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight, I think I'm gonna go pro

So here we go, here, here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
'Cause people like to hear my bass
Go boom, boom, boom, ba boom

The one, two, three, the three, two, one
Don't stop me now, I've just begun
Don't cut me down, don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight

I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights, I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em

I'm a hidden gem, a rolling stone
I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome 2 the party

It ain't nothing but a party, hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome 2 the party

Uh, uh, excuse me Mr. Kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something to say right here?
Oh, yeah, go ahead, baby

I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Cognac

I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my

It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way, welcome 2 the party

Hey, Grandmaster 5
That old school shit's fresh
But uh, let's rock some of that
Fucking 1998 Kid Rock shit, bro

I'm an Irish lad but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my dick off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off

I'm no rip-off, it?s all original
Not too political, a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa

Don't start drama, mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to Din Dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl sucking dick on video tape

I like pussy, sucking on titties
Fucked a lot of different bitches
From a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend
Then drop outta high school

I got a whirlpool, don't even ask
Licking pussy underwater, shooting bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine

Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my bitches and give it to my whores

What up? I'm saying everybody
You get fucked up and I'll rock the party

Rock the party, rock the party
Rock the party, rock the party
Rock the party, rock the party
Rock the party, rock the party

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Coast 2 Coast - Lyrics - Alvin and the Chipmunks - The Chipmunks

Title: Coast 2 Coast
Album: Alvin and the Chipmunks
Artist: The Chipmunks
Composer(s): Vincent T Alfieri, Alana Da Fonseca, Zachary Danziger, Julian Michael Davis, Ali Dee Theodore

Lyric:
I've been to Alabama
I've been to Tennessee
I did a show out
In Alamo last week

And in Louisiana
I came and met a friend
She said to come to town
And hang around until the end

Hey little darlin'
Let me show you what it's all about
If you wanna see me dance
I?ll teach you to turn your body out

Hey, come on, hey
Why do you not foil? Oh yeah
Coast 2 Coast, we?re on the road

Everybody gonna make some noise
Get down if you count
With them chipmunk boys

If you?re on the road
With a nectar dream
If you?re welcome
Really welcome
With the U.S. scream

Take a step to the left
Dance slight to the right
Get on your toes
And do the coast 2 coast

Yo Alvin
Hey, Simon
Yo Theodore
We?re the chipmunks

I wanna learn to slide
And a hummingbird
Watch David in New York
And his cool toy

I went to Kualto
Quasimodo washing AVA
In Colorado but tomorrow
Never did the same

Every time we dance
In a full house movie show
Everybody dance
I want you all to hear me now

Hey
(Chipmunks)
Come on, hey
Why do you not foil?
Ooh yeah

Coast
(Coast)
2 Coast
(Coast)
We?re on the road

Everybody gonna make some noise
Get down if you count
With them chipmunk boys

If you?re on the road
With a nectar dream
If you?re welcome
Really welcome
With the U.S. scream

Take a step to the left
Dance slight to the right
Get on your toes
And do the coast 2 coast

Yo Alvin
(I?m Alvin)
Hey Simon
(I?m Simon)

Yo Theodore
(I?m Theodore)
We?re the chipmunks

Here we go, y?all
Here we go, y?all
Not stopping hey
Hard rocking road, y?all

My name is Simon
And these are my boys
All the ladies in the world
Come on, make some noise

Every time we dance
In a full house movie show
Everybody dance
I want you all to hear me now

Hey
(Chipmunks)
Come on, hey
Why do you not foil?
Ooh yeah

Coast
(Coast)
2 Coast
(Coast)
We?re on the road

Everybody gonna make some noise
Get down if you count
With them chipmunk boys

If you?re on the road
With a nectar dream
If you?re welcome
Really welcome
With the U.S. scream

Take a step to the left
Dance slight to the right
Get on your toes
And do the coast 2 coast

Yo Alvin
(Yeah)
Hey Simon
(Yeah)

Yo Theodore
(Yeah)
We're the chipmunks

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Welcome To New York City - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Welcome To New York City
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Camron Giles, Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter

Lyric:
Turn the motherfuckin' music up
Just blaze man, you owe me, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan, home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquarters
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Ladies an' gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov
Is definitely in the building, Brooklyn
Harlem World, stand the fuck up
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida

Rucker game attender with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with temp plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you, catch me frontin' center
At the Knick game, big chain an' all my splendor

Next to Spike an' be panned left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
If you the man that write checks
With the hand that don't write

I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic
An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin' at night
An' it was off the set, I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right, Cam? Ya damn right

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from
It don't matter if you three feet or eight one
You'll get eight from me, nine an' straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one

Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers
It's hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, make on the motorcycle
Drinkers, they so delightful, blingin' with so much ice
In front of Sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watched by Gotti an' Girvano

It's 'La Costra Nostra', someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with chauffeur
Old coke they raise up an' snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay puff shine, cases was caught

Midnight pick fights, they love a victim
Watch him 'fore he watch you, Killa, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I'm from 101, west to Hunt, 40th, this shit is live
Fifth floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, hit you from 2 1
That's on Lennox, 7th Ave was News One

Coverage, I synethestry, got Braffin defendin' me
'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary
The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit Kat Club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to pack up

I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tug
You lookin' at rich black thugs to get that love
An' won't stop 'til I get back blood, Holla at 'em Hov

I'm from Flushin', Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle an' Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why the Johnny gun I'm holdin'
Wet niggas up like this Johnny pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin', we never lost power, tell 'em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y'all fuckin' with BK's banger an' Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger, there's nothin' left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man
It's the Roc, bitch, Killa, my nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)

Diplomats man, holla, Dash, get the fuck off our dicks
[Incomprehensible]
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
I own this shit right now, man, I ain't goin' nowhere
Welcome to New York City

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Welcome 2 Detroit City - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Welcome 2 Detroit City
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall B Mathers Iii, Steven Lee King, Christian Anthony Mathis, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Tricky
Let's show 'em some love
Welcome to Detroit

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Click, click, boom, just as soon as we hit the room
You can hear 'em holla 'Goon Squad' in this bitch
Let me hear you holla 'Goon Squad' in this bitch
Let me hear you holla 'Runyon Ave.' in this bitch
So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me
And the situation gets a little sticky

I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk, fuck that, bla bla
I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit, Trick Trick
Quick come pick me up, bring them guns
Come to the club, meet me out front
There's some chump up in this bitch
Poppin' some junk 'cuz he's drunk

And we may have to fuck his ass up
'Cuz uh, somethin' smells a lil' fishy
And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me
So homie come get me, Chedda boys what up though I see you
Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you, all my Detroit people
Where you at man, let me see them hands in the sky
Detroit motherfuckers 'till we die

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Homie, it's been a long time comin' and I'm straight with that
Marshall done called me to 54 and laced the track
This the beat, you hear it bangin', he produced it himself
My bad, almost forgot to introduce myself
My name is Trick Trick, head of the Goon Squad
And gangsta been bangin' the underground since '95, we're bangin'
Elected to be the villain and certified a menace
Holdin' it down since I paroled up outta prison

You heard about me, you just didn't know it was me
All the treacherous, evil deeds of the D you never see
Pickin' that kid up in the game, I just wasn't chasin' the fame
I been chasin' the paper product and givin' lames the pain
Accusations of violence you know you done heard of that
A quarter of a million dollars for beatin' a murder rap
And my boy holdin' me up, Shady done put it out
Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Ayo Em, you ever need one of these weapons, come get it
From now on every beef that you get in, homie, I'm in it
I been ridin' for this city, whether wrong or right
I been whippin' on motherfuckers for the longest time
So it's evident, it's time for Trick to get it fast
The public, see they appreciate my criminal past
Authorities tried to stop me but they couldn't keep up
Got a fan-base that's bigger then an average star

I'm satisfied with it bein' my time to shine
And I freak from the precinct for violent crimes
I ain't sayin' the shit that I'm sayin' so girls can fear me
Only speakin' on what I know so the world can hear me
So peace to Jimmy and Dre for signin' my nigga
He reached back to Detroit and grabbed a winner
So the gangstas and thugs, we embrace with love
And beat the hell outta anybody that fuck with us

Where's my gangstas and all my thugs
Throw them hands up and show some love
And I welcome you to Detroit City
I said, "Welcome to Detroit City"

Every place, everywhere we go
Man we deep everywhere we roll
Ask around and they all know Tricky
That's what's good man they all say Tricky

Yeah, Trick Trick
Eminem, Wonder Boy, Shady
It's goin' down, baby
Ayo Em, I got you back my nigga
Damn right, I said my nigga
That's my nigga
Tricky

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Colored People - Lyrics - Welcome To The Freak Show: DC Talk Live In Concert - Dc Talk

Title: Colored People
Album: Welcome To The Freak Show: DC Talk Live In Concert
Artist: Dc Talk
Composer(s): George Cocchini, Toby Mckeehan

Lyric:
1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

Pardon me, your epidermis is showing, sir
I couldn't help but note your shade of melanin
I tip my hat to the colorful arrangement
'Cause I see the beauty in the tones of our skin

We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all

We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
'Cause we are colored people who depend on a Holy Grace

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

A piece of canvas is only the beginning for
It takes on character with every loving stroke
This thing of beauty is the passion of an Artist's heart
By God's design, we are a skin kaleidoscope

We've gotta come together
Aren't we all human after all?

We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
'Cause we are colored people who depend on a holy grace

Ignorance has wronged some races
And vengeance is the Lord's
If we aspire to share this space
Repentance is the cure

1, 1, 1, 1
2, 2, 2, 2
3, 3, 3, 3
4, 4, 4, 4

Well, just a day in the shoes of a color blind man
Should make it easy for you to see
That these diverse tones do more than cover our bones
As a part of our anatomy

We're colored people, and we live in a tainted place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
'Cause we are colored people who depend on a holy grace

We're colored people, and they call us the human race
Oh, colored people
We're colored people, and we all gotta share this space
Yeah we've got to come together somehow
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted world
Red, yellow, black and white
We're colored people, every man, woman, boy, and girl
Colored people, colored people, colored people, colored people, yeah

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World Of Entertainment (Woe Is Me) - Lyrics - Quality Control - Jurassic 5

Title: World Of Entertainment (Woe Is Me)
Album: Quality Control
Artist: Jurassic 5
Composer(s): D Givens, L Macfadden, T Clauson, J Barry, J Dubois, C Henderson, M Potsic, C Stewart, M Stuart

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Lyric:
Well, here's a little something for the people in the house
I'ma tell you what my crew is all about
We like raw rhythm fusion, real rhyme producin'
Songs for the world's men, women and children
Armed and equipped with much confidence
And this is how we're gonna make our living
Some are known for bein' biters
Non-creative and wack rhyme-writers

Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam
Known to the world as a one-hit band
Easy come, easy go, yo, you had your turn
Temporary niggas touchin' up your perm
You see a rapper is a kid that brags and acts big
A rhymer is a nigga that can handle his biz
Yo, a rapper is a kid that's tryin' to be the shit
An entertainer ain't tryin' 'cause he already is

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

We was rockin' a jam the other night
J5 was on the mic so the people was hype
Yo, we like to rock the party with adrenalin and passion
The crowd started screamin', "Action, satisfaction"
Numark dropped the beat and the heat from the fire
We brought the energy and streetcar named desire

We was flippin', they was trippin', how we was old schoolin'
Needle to the groove, hands in the air movin'
And we said to the crowd, "This is the place to be
Whether you paid a fee or you got in free"
So when you step through the door, the music gets loud
Maneuver through the crowd to get a better view now

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

To be an MC, you got to be so fresh
To have style and finesse way above the rest
With the strong delivery, vocal chemistry
Street poetry in tune with the beat
So if you think you got the skills come and take a test

Microphone check if you truly are blessed
If you can flow like water and can comprehend
You need longevity in this game to win
Now if you want to be the best you got to move and motivate
Watch the money that you make in the industry stakes

'Cause some of these people ain't got no class
And some of these folks'll make you beat they ass
If you can believe then you can achieve
Get the loot, live the dream, be on top of the scene
To keep the people in it, and accumulate fans
To be dope in the studio and slam at the jams, so

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

Welcome party people, while we got your attention
There's a few things we'd like to mention
The name is Jurassic, but they call us J5
We rock bonafide fly rhymes fortified
We got 2 DJ's controlling the beat and
Vocal harmonies make it sound so sweet
We're the four horsemen with words to caution
Expressed and flipped in an orderly fashion

With the rhymin', designin' the music on time and
The fellas saying, "Ho" and the ladies losin' they mind and
The breakin', the scratchin', this thing called rappin'
The cultivated music that keeps your hands clappin'
The passion, reaction, the street satisfaction
Brothers using no tactics to make it happen
The rhythm, the spirit, you love it when you hear it
Nowadays when you're samplin' shit, you gotta clear it

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action is the language

Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment
Where art, imitate, life and people get famous
Welcome to the world of showbiz arrangement
Where lights, camera, action

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Welcome 2 Tha Section - Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

Title: Welcome 2 Tha Section
Album: Solja Rags
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Bullet Proof Christopher N Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Is you 'bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't a friend, you a foe

Hoe nigga, I gotta let the pistol go
Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on
I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on
I roll with niggas, that tote big chrome

Uptown V.L. off top niggas bustin' domes
Paper chasin', racin', to six figures
The law bitchin', I'm catchin' cases totin' triggers
Smokin' niggas, all they self locin' niggas

I'm chokin' off the optimal still ropin' niggas
Scopin' niggas, 'cuz I'm the same broke nigga
Snort dope but I still maintain sellin' coke
Spin dressin' holder, blunt smoker

Snort a lil' doper, A.K. toter
I'm a spittin' I'm a solja
Take it off your shoulder
Respect nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder

Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty
Respect my fuckin' mind, gotta get my nose dirty
Playa haters wanna kill me
Juvenile, I know you feel me

I'm too smart to let em' steal me
Refuse to let 'em steal me
Nigga fuck ya, I'ma pluck ya
Struck ya, wasn't beware of the head busters

Head busters, wig splitters, one time
Hot boys committin' that crime
Welcome to the section of the hot boys
Look out for the infrared dot boy

S.K.'s, choppers, that's how we play
Ride all day, give up your spot for much ya
I hear ya got it, shop close, we hit'cha block
Unload the glock, seventeen, we leavin' ya hot

Bodies drop, no more shop, in this spot
I made it hot bustin' with the glock non-stop
I'm full of that block, a young G about my cheese
Jackin' for keys, frontin' back to real G's

Tryin' to make my mill, freeze, slip you get killed
The shit's real act a donkey behind a dope house deal
Straight from Uptown, real niggas we in the Wild
Yellow tape style, bound to make the nine growl
Bodies found in the dumpster, by the youngsters
Shouldn't trust a, uptown head buster

Head busters, wig splitters, one time
Hot boys committin' that crime
Welcome to the section of the hot boys
Look out for the infrared dot boy

Where the villains be, is where I stand
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches the reason, that I'm the man
I'm stoppin' you hoes from breathin', you understand?

Comin' with that A.K., full of that pure
A cold night in February, I had that bitch like New Year
You better watch me 'cuz I be comin'
With the drummin', a chopper, or a street sweeper or somethin'

Bitch, I'ma represent, my .45 pay the rent
You bitch you, you fuck with me it's a must you get'cha issue
I'ma be standin', in the Magnolia with the cannon
And sure to start damage

Watchin' these niggas, 'cuz they donkeys and fools too
Might look like they spooked, but don't let them niggas fool you
Every breath that I breathe would be beef, so I snorted
Then proceeded to make my enemy's life short, 'bout that

Pistol play, fuck what a nigga say
Two-twenty three's then breathe fire out the hallway
I found myself up in other niggas beef
Know that them T.C. niggas would die for me

We probably be
In an all-black fist full of that bitch
And a stroller suburban on the blitz, tryin' to get rich
If in my way, I'm gone funk ya

Imagine your body deteriorating in a dumpster
What you gone do? Ain't no runnin' when the Mafia finds ya
I'ma, UPS your death like the Unibomber
I can't sleep, I got so much beef in the game

Every hotel that I change
I use an alias name
Me and B.G. on a hunt, full of that pluck
Two niggas with pistols, tryin' to make a come up

Head busters, wig splitters, one time
Hot boys committin' that crime
Welcome to the section of the hot boys
Look out for the infrared dot boy

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A Welcome Burden - Lyrics - Disturbed

Title: A Welcome Burden
Artist: Disturbed
Composer(s): Dan Donegan, Mike Wengren, Steve Kmak, David Draiman

Lyric:
Shout

Heavy, you want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down and
Heavy, I want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down again

[Incomprehensible]

Gather your pathetic masses and bring them to me
To a world devoid of lie, to another time, to another place
And then the broken ones taste my misery

Rip away her disguise and you will realize that ya find
The truth is sickening we don't need to change it, really
I kind of like it ugly

Lay it, make it binding
Seathing, blinding, screaming

Heavy, you want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down and
Heavy, I want it heavy
Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down again

[Incomprehensible]

Gather your psychotic masses and bring them to me
To a world devoid of sanity, another time and another place
And then the violent ones crave calamity

Rip away her disguise and you will realize that ya find
The truth is sickening we don't need to change it, really
I kind of like it ugly

Lay it, make it binding
Seathing, blinding, screaming

The race of the Mother Culture is thickening
The rape of the Mother Culture is nearing
The face of the Mother Culture is sickening
The rape of a Mother is the loving I need
Bleeding now, 1 2 3 4

The race of the Mother Culture is thickening
The rape of the Mother Culture is nearing
The face of the Mother Culture is sickening
The rape of a Mother is the loving I need
Bleeding now, 1 2 3 4

Heavy, you want it heavy
Welcome to my world, grinding down and
Heavy, I want it heavy
Feel the weight of it grinding

Heavy, you want it heavy
You want it heavy, you want it heavy

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Trouble In 421 - Lyrics - The Fungus Amungus - Incubus

Title: Trouble In 421
Album: The Fungus Amungus
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas, Brandon Charles Boyd, Alex Katunich, Gavinn Koppel, Michael Aaron Einziger

Lyric:
The evening began as a positive swaret
And my abode was 4 2 0 G
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
There'd be trouble on the brew for me

Ubiquitous, I wish I could be
Because the clock cuts short my own day
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
Upon the cushion that supports my array

Can this be? Trouble!
So if I may, slip you a tip
You'd best stay away from 4 2 1

Trouble!
So get high the green way
So get by the green way, yes

I knocked upon their door
In hopes of bidding them their welcome
And instead I was caught by an eye

His pupil was wide open
Kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00
It was indoubadoubly dose derived

It was then that they took me
And shined their lights between my eyes
He said, "What do you know?
Why are you here? What's the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you're thinking aloud?"

I wish I could've just kept to my own
My hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!
I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside
So that my mind could sit and delude my pride!

Can this be? Trouble!
So if I may, slip you a tip
You'd best stay away from 4 2 1

Trouble!
So get high the green way
So get by the green way, go

Oh

I beg my common sense to keep my
Neighbor out away from my front door
Until I find a way to hide myself from those in 4 2 1
One, one away from the good one

Jump
Jump
Let's go, come on

I beg my common sense to keep my
Neighbor out away from my front door
Until I find a way to hide myself from those in 4 2 1
4 2 1, hey

4 2 1

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Welcome 2 - Lyrics - Slut

Title: Welcome 2
Artist: Slut
Composer(s): Christian Neuburger

Lyric:
Woke like a baby
Woke, they took somebody from me
This time I think it was forever
Looks like a movie
Looks like they took somebody from me

I wish I could return
To when I woke like a lover
Woke and found somebody with me
I wish I wasn't me

Now I'm standing at the edge of my world
And I am looking for a place to stay
Standing at the edge of my world

Joked for a minute
Joked, "Get somebody for me"
And all the time you've seen me
I just spoke in a riddle
Spoke, "Get somebody for me"

I hoped that I could make it but I broke like a mirror
I broke and choked in the middle, indeed
I wish I wasn't me, now I'm standing at the edge
Sleep like a baby, sleep

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2 Of You - Lyrics - Welcome To The Dollhouse - Danity Kane

Title: 2 Of You
Album: Welcome To The Dollhouse
Artist: Danity Kane
Composer(s): Adonis Shropshire, Wynter Gordon, Aion Clarke, Donnie Scantz, J. Sundance, Kendrick Dean, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
You make me hotter than Jamaica
Proceed with caution 'cause you're dangerous
Maybe it's just conservation
'Cause every minute, boy, I'm trying to savor all

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

I don't care about your paper
Or how many gifts you pay for
Don't worry 'bout me bringing the bull-shhh
'Cause this feels too good to funk it up

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

Now, let me see your hands up in the air
Yeah, do your dance
Tell me what you came here to see
C'mon and rock me

My name is Aubrey and I'm so cold
My style is flashy, your style is old

'Cause I'm fly as hell with the juicy humps
I don't want your man 'cause I got enough
So don't be mad at me 'cause he be calling my phone
I got my eye on one guy, tell him leave me alone

He likes my personality, one of a kind
I'm so unique, I set the trend you follow me
But this is one brings me to my knees

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you're with me, lemme hear it 4 times

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Welcome 2 The Nolia - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Welcome 2 The Nolia
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
It's World War III where I'ma be with two stars
Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool
Move all your valuables
'Cuz them boyz at your throat with them calicos

I mean, me myself, I just don't wanna see nobody get hurt
Wanna live? Keep your black ass from out of my turf
You look like wanna of them boyz
That ain't never been fucked over

I'm 'bout to change that, send that boy to tha nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets
If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it
And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something

Get my peeps laid 'cuz we make motherfuckers catch the cut quick
Might laugh with ya but we ain't to be trusted
I tie my solja rag tight around my head man
Now I'm gettin' processed with a red band

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Solja's be camoflaugin'
Hittin' blocks realla, they be 'bout ridin'
You get chopped realla, at any timin'
'Cuz in that nolia, they play tha game raw

No more beats closin' shop when the beef start
Ah, ah, I don't think you're ready for these niggaz
LDTC-6 coated wild willas
Head bustas and wig spltitas where I'm from
Choppas max, with red dots in the drum

Playinin' it raw with dope
That's how we play it, duckin' Chris, flat top & big red
Wootay ain't nothin' nice
Spin corners in broad light, can't move stiff like ice

Get killed if the price on yo face
Me and Juve burn with case, from the scene with fled
Take hits like black and moe did back in the dayz
At night in tha nolia, niggaz be in tha hallwayz

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay jeopardize your life
Now we ain't gotta explain to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

Nigga done flashed up, I had to deal with the bitch
Catch em' down bad and put some steel on tha bitch
Let em' know this young nigga, ain't to be fucked wit
Two time, I'm comin' through, one time you gettin' ya wig split

When I release, aimin' straight for your top
Non stop hollin' purse nigga, you gon' drop
Tha magnolia chest opena', glock toatera', block soakera'
Down for a murdera' In tha rover, choppin' ya down
Put your sets up nigga, represent that uptown

Fuckin' wit theze real boyz, I'ma kill ya
You don't want me hot at you, you know I'ma gorilla
I've been trained to get way low in the mud
Molded on tha streets and used to runnin' wit thugs

Nigga you fuck wit Turk, you gotta fuck wit me what
Where is you gonna be when them boks in tha mud
(Reeboks)
Don't make me come down there and show one of you bitches
Don't make me come down there and blow one of you bitches

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya side up nigga, throw ya side up
But throw ya ward up, nigga throw ya ward up

We release with ammunition when our beef is in site
Way up in your jurisdiction, bout to turn up the light
No vest, no chest wootay, jeopardize your life
Now we ain't got to explain it to ya, this for everybody

Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
Throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up
But throw ya sets up nigga, throw ya sets up

We release wit ammunition, we release wit ammunition
When our beef is in site when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
We release wit ammunition when our beef is in site
When our beef is in site

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Pass Da Blunt - Lyrics - Supa Dupa Fly - Missy Elliott

Title: Pass Da Blunt
Album: Supa Dupa Fly
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Leroy Sibbles, Jackie Mittoo, Huford Brown, Timothy Z Mosley, Lloyd Anthony Ferguson, Robert Lyn, Fitzroy Simpson, Hedley George Bennet, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Bitches, I never wanna hang with bitches since I turn Missy
Every bitch I meet be booty lickin', my ass they kissin'
But I feel like they way to picky, I use to know a guy name Ricky
Oh really? Don't piss me off and son, better let y'all know you lucky
'Cause if I come out buckin' the whole world better be duckin'
'Cause I roll with Puffy, No Doubt
Shit turned out get lucky
No matter what you still love me, you whack, you buggin'

Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
He got the beats
You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
He got the beats
He got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum

Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

Niggas, I always keep a good nigga, I get him for his figures
I A K A gold digga see me with him in a jewelry store buyin' glitta
Should I not or should I?
I'm a get 'em, I'm a get 'em
Bitches, they mad 'cause I be flossin'
Yeah this pussy costin', tired and we tossin'
You know I'm rockin' 'cause there will be no stoppin'
All that shit you poppin' what's that shit you talkin'?

Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
He got the beats
You got the beats that make me jump, jump, jump
He got the beats
He got the beats that make me rocky dodi dum

Pass da blunts on the left hand side
Pass da blunts on the left hand side
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you jump, jump, jump
I got the rhymes
I got the rhymes to make you rocky dodi dum

I said, "Pass da blunts on the left hand side"
Pass da blunts on the left hand side

Welcome y'all
To Timbaland and Missy hit factory
A lot of people try to sneak in
And get the ingredients
But I am da man behind the ingredients
So please, please come to me with the recipe baby

You see me on the videos
And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
Mic check 1 2 1 2
Here I go, my style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so
You see me on the videos
And then you want to go and play me on the stereo
Mic check 1 2 1 2
Here I go, my style is supa dupa fly and yours is so so

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Delight - Lyrics - Get Ready - 2 Unlimited

Title: Delight
Album: Get Ready
Artist: 2 Unlimited
Composer(s): Jean Paul De Coster, Ray Slijngaard, Anita Dels

Lyric:
Stand right up and be your witness
2 Unlimited, oh yeah, we're the fittest
Moving, don't dare to be a chicken
'Cause the bass is so finger licking

Let it move you, till it suits you
This beat was put here to groove you
The A, the N, the I, the T, the A
Back to back with the homeboy Ray

I'm going to the galaxy like a bomb
Don't wanna come, hey, and your dawn
On the scene, a beauty queen
And all the those things you ever dream off

Welcome to it, keep on swiving
'Cause you know it's about surviving
Keep yours ears open with the deathtone
'Cause we come from the lights just come along

Delight
Delight
Delight

Delight gives me good vibrations
Fills me up with nice sensations
On and on till I can't take no more
Delight is what I came here for

Please let me tell you this
This is a chance you cannot miss
2 Unlimited on the scene
Yes, I am a beauty queen

Delight
Delight
Delight

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Bicentennial - Lyrics - Wyclef Jean

Title: Bicentennial
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Ti Anysto, Michael Donald Chapman, Nicholas Barry Chinn, Jerry Duplessis, Wyclef Jean, Michel Matelly

Lyric:
Welcome to my country

Man, when it's cold in New York
(Uh)
I jump on my G4
(Yeah)
I head out to Haiti
(Yeah)

Go chill in the Caribbean
Sippin' Refugee rum
(Yeah)
Under the coconut tree
(Yeah)

We gonna bounce the world
With a new dance from the refugee

1, 2, 3, let's go

Everybody do the kompa
(All the ways)
Everybody do the kompa
(Keep your hips in place)
Everybody do the kompa
(2 steps get closa)

Everybody do the kompa
(Wind your body like you know her)
I see y'all do the Macarena
I see you dance to the salsa
I see you move it to the cha cha
(Slide)
Everybody do the kompa

Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way, oh way
Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way oh way

Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way, oh way
Oh way, oh way, oh

Sweet Mickey just walked in the dance hall tonight
(Oh Mickey, you so fine, you so fine, you blow my mind)
(Hey Mickey, hey Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey)

I am the ladies man with the people's band
Every time the DJ play us
People jumping up and play us
We can't wait to dance
That's when they take on the real lance

So leave your guns and knives at home
Refugees on the right perform

Everybody do the kompa
(All the ways)
Everybody do the kompa
(Keep your hips in place)
Everybody do the kompa
(2 steps get closa)

Everybody do the kompa
(Wind your body like you know her)
I see y'all do the macarena
I see you dance to the salsa
I see you move it to the cha cha
(Slide)
Everybody do the kompa

Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way, oh way
Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way oh way

Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way, oh way
Oh way, oh way, oh

Say Milky walked into the dance hall tonight

I'm the Haitian princess
With the peoples band
Every time the DJs play us
People jump around and pay us
After call them shades

Now put your hands up on my waist
No need to come to the altahome
And wash your sins and I'm on the phone

We've been kicked, we've been stabbed
We've been shot, Lord, we've been abused
Lord knows

Every time they throw us down
We stand up and hold our ground
Get it right, get it right, get salsa, sumba
What if I told you it came from kompa

Fill my culture this is the blood
And the warrior from Haiti, yes more

This is the Bicentennial

Ehh, Lakay
Ehh, Lakay
Nou pwale fete moin
Lakay nou pwal fete

Mama, kou, mama
Lakay nou bwal fete wo
Lakay nou bwal fete

Right, left, right, left
All my soldiers, c'mon, c'mon

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

L'eve main nou anlé mezamni
Chanté avec nou mezamni
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Even if you can't understand
Let me see you rock with the band

Everybody do the kompa
(All the ways)
Everybody do the kompa
(keep your hips in place)
Everybody do the kompa
(2 steps get closa)

Everybody do the kompa
(Wind your body like you know her)
I see y'all do the macarena
I see you dance to the salsa
I see you move it to the cha cha
(Slide)
Everybody do the kompa

Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way, oh way
Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way oh way

Oh way, oh way, oh
Oh way, oh way
Oh way, oh way, oh

Sweet Mickey just walked in the dance hall tonight
(Oh Mickey, you so fine, the record about to get stupid)
You so fine
(It's about to get stupid)
You blow my mind
(Let's stop, hey, Mickey)

This is Ancito
The world famous
(The world famous)

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Bring It On - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Bring It On
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike Clark, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Welcome everyone to the big show
Jake and Jack in the Dark Carnival
Remove your hats or we'll cut off your heads
Show respect, you's amongst the dead
Don't like bigots and richy boy fucks
Ain't shit changed, bitch check us
Detroit, southwest murderers die
The greatest spectacle under the sky

5 cards came and made they mark
From moon you gone down to platin' park
Fuck you drum sticks, xylophone, cello
I'm a wicked clown, bitch hello
Everybody come jump in our rides
Bring you and your fat ass bitch in side
Wagons, tents are swift as a breeze
Can't nobody get with these
Motherfucker, bring it on

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Violent J, Shaggy, serial killers with style
Fashion of the 2000s and beyond
Voodoo chicken and magical wands
Dead bigots, face down in the pond
Broken neck with the flick of our wrist
All this playa hate, gettin' me pissed
Fat chick, skinny chick, chicky chick hoe
Swishers, Faygos and Kung Foo blows
If Jake Jeckel drop 88 card
No more chicks just sizzlin' balls

I'll hypnotize ya like a vampire
Bite your neck and set your head on fire
Shoot me with silver bullets, okay
I'll pull 'em out, pawn 'em and get paid
Here try my licorice treat
I know dead folk that chew their feet
Carnival moves in shadow of time
And he's runnin' a little behind
Bitch, bring it on

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Insane Clown Posse I.C.P
Axe murdering done with a touch of Detroit class

Jeckel Drop ball, Shangrila dies
Jeckel Drop ball, Shangrila dies
Jeckel Drop ball, Shangrila dies
1 for your greed, 2 for your lies

Jeckel Drop ball, Shangrila dies
Jeckel Drop ball, Shangrila dies
Jeckel Drop ball, Shangrila dies
1 for your greed, 2 for your lies

Shaggs 2 dope, serial killa
Axe murder boy, wig cap peela
I can wear a Fila jacket and look fresh
I'm pimpin' like David Caresh
Why's it that people think I got bombs in my locka?
Teacher try to open it up, I'm a sock her
Get the fuck back and leave me alone
Before I have to come to your home and see ya

Wind me up and I can do flips
And put the smack down on your lips
Billy Boy Rude jumps Steady Tom Tubs
Stephan Legs, Double A got love
Drinkin' Moon Mist carnival bar
Got folk love, people love, whatever you are
Fork side ways, I'm a jugglin' man
Can't nothin' the reign
Bitch, bring it on

Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

{Yes may I help you?
Ya let me get a three soft tacos
With no lettuce and chillito and a not so
Excuse me miss, but we do not have, how do you say 'Chillito'
A chillito, a chillito, you know what I'm sayin'? It's a, it's a
No sir, I do not know, we have no chillito as you say
This is Taco Land
We have only have fresh vegetables with pizza loaf
We have no 'Chillito'
Man fuck that! I'm looking at this shit right on your menu
I want a chillito
Perhaps instead I make for you a fresh slice of tomato and pizza, no
What the fuck! I want a motherfuckin' chillito man
Yeah, fuck off
What?
Fuck off
I fuck you motherfucker
No, fuck off, my God}

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