Here?s a little bit of Old School for you
That goes a little somethin? like this
I always try to be the flyest kid on the block
The popular one with the risin? stock
So that?s when I had this bright idea
(For the party of the month) Nah, the party of the
year
All the fine girls couldn?t turn it down
Now all I gotta do is get my parents out
Should I send ?em to a movie (Nah, send ?em to a show)
Let me think, hmm, it?s gotta be long, though
I said, “Mom and dad, yo?, why you sit at home
It?s a Friday night, have you seen Aunt Joan
And don?t worry ?bout stayin? out too long
Don?t fuss over me, I?ll be fine alone”
Have a good time
The doorbell rings ?cause the party?s here
I?m crankin? up the song like it?s New Year?s
Walkin? ?round the house like who?s the man
(Can?t nobody do it like Aaron can)
First on the floor, you know that?s me
Bustin? at the moves like it?s MTV
I guess somewhere along, I lost my head
Then I jumped on the table, this is what I said
People all around, you gotta (Come get it)
Everyone together sing it loud (Come get it)
Jump all around, come on (Come get it)
What (Come get it)
Say it again (Come get it)
People all around, you gotta (Come get it)
From the left to the right make noise (Come get it)
Here we go now come on (Come get it)
Uh-uh, what (Come get it)
What-what (Come get it)
(Nah-nah-nah-nah)
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) Come on, here we go, ha-ha
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) Come with me, woo
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Here we go, uh, uh
(Come get it)
Things are goin? great then to my surprise
Some people walked in that I didn?t recognize
I said, “Fellas, yo?, you gotta get out”
{Hey man, I heard this was an Open House}
Open House
{Yeah, that?s what the flyer said}
I didn?t put a flyer
{Well, somebody did}
Then walked in the girl I?m crushin?
And a kid spilled juice on my mom?s new cushion
I turned around, another kid broke a lamp
{I hope they weren?t expensive}
They got them from France
For now I won?t sweat it, I?ll clean it up later
There?s a honey over there and I really wanna meet her
People all around, you gotta (Come get it)
Everyone together sing it loud (Come get it)
Jump all around, come on (Come get it)
What (Come get it)
Say it again, here we go, uh (Come get it)
People all around, you gotta (Come get it)
From the left to the right make noise (Come get it)
Here we go now come on (Come get it)
Uh-uh, what (Come get it)
What (Come get it) woo
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) MCs in the house, here we go
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) Come with it
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) In time for the rodeo, huh, come on
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come get it)
Break it down
Go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go
Go-go-go-go-go-go-go-go
Is that a car door, oh, dang, I?m in trouble
Everybody get out now on the double
I?m dead {You?re done}, that?s it for me
I?m gonna be picked off my family tree
Once Mom finds out ?bout the party I had
I don?t even wanna start thinkin? about dad
I?m hustling around the house tryin? to clean the mess
I sure put my new white Nike’s to the test
The car door slammed, now they?re walkin? up the steps
I guess life is good for 10 seconds left
{Aaron!} Grounded
People all around, you gotta (Come get it)
Everyone together sing it loud (Come get it)
Jump all around, come on (Come get it)
What (Come get it)
Say it again (Come get it)
People all around, you gotta (Come get it)
From the left to the right make noise (Come get it)
Aaron C?s in the house, come on (Come get it)
Uh, what-what (Come get it)
Come get it (Come get it)
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) Ha-ha, what, what
(Nah-nah-nah-nah) Uh, come on, come with it
(Nah
Way down in the Congoland
Lived a happy chimpanzee.
She loved a monkey with long tail
(Lordy, how she loved him!)
Each night he would find her there,
Swinging in the cocoanut tree,
And the monkey gay,
At the break of day,
Loved to hear his Chimpie say:
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
Then the big baboon one night in June,
He married them and very soon,
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
One night they were made man and wife,
And now they cry, “This is the life,”
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon.
Well, you should have heard that band
Play upon their wedding day,
Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells
(Lordy, how they played them)
And now it is ev’ry night,
High up in the cocoanut tree.
It’s the same old thing,
With the same old swing,
When the Monk and Chimpie sing:
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
Then the big baboon one night in June,
He married them and very soon,
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
One night they were made man and wife,
And now they cry, “This is the life,”
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon. |
[Busta Rhymes]
UHHHH!! You don’t know what we doin right here!
Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X
One two three we gon’ turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd)
Keep it movin like this, keep it movin like that
If I die, I’ma only come back
Yo, I’m saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don’t even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)
Chorus Two:
You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I’m blastin I’m takin over
Stick you for your blue Range Rover
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I’m goin to see my P.O.
It’s August the 1st, so I guess I’m a Leo
My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo
Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest
Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May
so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face
like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus
Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless
Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I’m gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G’s
I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
I’m not lying or joking, you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and…
People always askin me, how your shit be sellin
For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin
Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain’t no time for dwellin
If you ain’t makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
Chorus One
Chorus Two
Verse Two: Rampage, Busta
Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city…
I can’t slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I’m gettin five in The Source
I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse
Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss
Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn’t put me on I’d be locked like O.J.
Now I’m writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray
I don’t eat pork I take a fish fellet
Now I’m knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche!
Now I’m goin back around the way
I’m rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye
Yo, now I’m back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin
When you talk shit you really don’t know what you startin
Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
It’s on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
On the
These nights, they, they go by slower and slower
I’m searching for the sun beneath the sheets
And I think I’m getting colder and older
While jealousy just gets the best of me
Take all this infatuation and envy
I never thought I’d be this way with you
Make your wish, blow out the candles
And I hope that every one of them comes true
And she said: “Don’t live with frustration,
I’ve learned from years of patience
Your day will come.”
Don’t praise me because I made it through
Without any help from you
Without anyone at all
Don’t hate me because I didn’t make the call
And I’ll never take the fall.
And she said: “Don’t live with frustration,
I’ve learned from years of patience
Your day will come.” |
Pussy nigga what you doin’
[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]
(All day I dream about…)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I’ve got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about…)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I’m tired of jackin’ off cause you ain’t there
[Verse 1: Big Boi]
65 Cevrolet Ipala peachy cream
Cruisin’ down the street like two fingers
Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin’ ’bout meetin’ at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the Blue Man Group
Caught out on the Vegas Strip
Tell em’ a good game, juju pimpin’
Give em’ to my nigga Dime Legit
Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo’ stretch
It’s a camel toe and thats fo’ sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia’s where it’s at
I’m a man and I demand a WO-man for that act
Personal preference cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don’t ever recall seein’ a man turn up pregnant
But that’s just me
From them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can’t stop it
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
Killer Kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-N-Decker, I don’t screw them hoes I drill
I’ve been cuttin’ cute lil’ coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin’ ’bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It’s the first thing on my mind in the morn’ when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it’s what we after
Even my grandpappy’s happy, he got prescribed Viagra
Grandaddy, grandaddy what’s happenin’
What’s up, what’s up this me
Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
I promise I got you tomorrow
[Chorus]
[Killer Mike]
When I drill, I don’t spill, even if she’s on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
Cause I dont need that A-I-D-S
A D and an A missin’ out my ADIDAS
PLUS, We don’t need no DNA mixin’ between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only cause baby I’m no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there’s no jumpin’ brooms
[Big Boi]
Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
It is too early for you to jump the broom, BOOM
[Chorus] |
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