Biz Markie: Check it Out

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yo.. this is kinda slow
But I know the Jeeps gon' be pumpin it
But this is, this is one subject, that nobody don't know about

[Verse One]
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house
When you hear my golden voice, you know it's me
The poetical, energetical rap MC
Well that's not the subject matter of to be cool
I'm just tellin you girls and fly kids, stay in school
I always reminisce when I was in class well
But you feel like a simpletone when you get expelled
Or, even if you have a couple of days in detention
It's just as good as one bad suspension
So when you're grown up, you'll say the same thing
to your kids, be in class before the bell ring
But you know, kids is kids
To them high school is like a three year bid
I'm not gonna tell a lie, I used to cut class
Until the principal straight got in my ass
He said, "Biz the only way you're gonna get a BM
is to get your education instead of hangin with him"
So I got my head together, and chilled the hell out
And now all the break-breakers says is check him out

[Chorus]
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house
Check him out, check him out, check him out, check him out
With the beat I'm gonna rock the house! {*echoes*}

[Verse Two]
Now this is the second part of this lesson
I'm sayin it this way cause it's my profession
You don't have to go to high school to be an MC
But you got to know the value and means, of money
Cause a lot of parents, they are taxpayers
So it's real stupid, when you disobey a
principal, vice principal or even a teacher
Cause when you do that, you know y

504 Boyz - Check Em

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f-ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf-cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f-ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it

(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)

(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
f-ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f-ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks

(chorus)

(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the poli
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Chubb Rock - Yabadabadoo

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: I Gotta Get Mine Yo
(Music Song Lyrics):
Featuring Red Hot Lover Lover Tone Rob Swinga]
Verse One: Red Hot Lover Lover Tone
Diggedy da di la di da di baby there's a party
But you can't have a party without a large Bacardu
You got to keep the hottie moving like a Maserati
A hundred million women wanna Tone up their body
And I can never pass up a chance to romance them
Don't call me soft just because I'm handsome
So money take a tip if you flip and you slip
You'll be using all your teeth for poker chips
So wiggedy word wiggedy word I don't smoke the herb
And if my hottie smokes the shit I'll kick her to the curb
Every morning breakfast in bed is served
Cause on women I haev an affect like a quadra verb
So can I whip yes what yes like buddha sess yes
Shot em all dead when they try to test
So keep me in like Flynn this year I'm gonna win
If my balls are on your chin then you got the D.I.Y.M.
So can I get a shout
Peace to Chubb Rock, TrakMasters, the Gigalos and I'm out
Yabadabadoo
Verse Two: Chubb Rock
Wow look at the size of his chest
Never the less I jump upon ET list and then phone my home
Before the little kitten throws a stone
The holder of the Rock, one two and ya don't stop
Rhythm to the dism while the ism forms a prism
Suck the dism stand like a Chisolm dimension prison and is he
The One, The One, he says he's the one, the only one
Take the two subtract the one and uh-hhuh
He's handsome ya see, big strong and sturdy
Watch the birdy I'm nerdy on the IQ set
Caught nuff wreck
The grim reapear what said Charlier Brown's damn teacher
Wa wah wah wa wa wah, damn
I cram to understand the plan ma'am
I mean I've been hitting the books for a long time now
Real long time now, look at the furrowed brow
Drink Slim Faster, delete the chow
For a strong sequel word up to the people
The people; you mean power to them
While Eastwood Clint plays misty for the buddha
He's buzzing, cummin at cha
And you know we had to watcha, time for some lyrics
While I kick it and you hear it
Even Helen Keller word up can hear it
From the rustler lyrical hustler
The fat lady sand I crusher her, word up the Chubbster
Yabadabadoo
Verse Three: Rob Swinga
Rob Swinga loves jazz so I'ma swing this like a cool cat
Down with A.T.E.E.M., Trakmasterz got a dope rap
Humongous vocals; I'm quick to flick a jab
I'm not Michael Jackson or the Chubbs but I'm bad
Chew up a sucker like a stick of gum
And then I spit out the bum once the flavor's done
I'm nifty powerful like an M-60
And I'll pop your girl like Jiffy popped Dippy
Well I swing a lyric like a swinga would
And I swing a hoe in bed like a swinga should
When it comes to getting hoes I'm rated quadruple X
Just like Dr. Ruth my mind is strictly on the sex
And style or position is my selection
But I won't play without my contraception
Like Ramsey's or Trojan's oh yes that's chill
If worse comes to worse then I use no frills
So check it check it check it check it check it one two
Yabadabadoo
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Bizkit Limp: Doing Time On The Rock Line Performed only on

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Notes: This song was done live on 93.3 Jacksonville radio.
It's a one time only performance. Notice that the lyrics are
mixes of "Show Me What You Got", "Counterfeit", and "Cambodia".
Also, the lyrics were required to be somewhat clean for radio,
I think you'll notice where the band had to change some words.)

3...4...Alright everybody out there.
Comin' to ya live from 93.3 Jacksonville, Florida.
We're Limp Bizkit, check it out.

I been around the world and then some.
Dum ditty dum kid where you comin' from?
I went from the garage to steppin' on these stages,
outrageous rhymes left my mind,
and soon became contagious.
An MC with bad habits,
I am, see a mic and I grab it.
So scary ain't it?

I'm comin' raw with no corrections,
Servin' all perfections
For what I do with my erections.
So dream on. And dream until your dream comes true.
Reality check kid, that's why you're on the deck, kid.
While you're in your car, no matter where you are.
You lip sink these jams 'cause you're far from a superstar.
And if you're lonely, hoe.
I ain't the one that gives a damn, hoe.
I like it so low.
No need to brag about the Heiny, 'cause I'm on the deal,
And bitches still find me.

And since I got a record on the billboard,
You fish talkin' bands, with demos in your hands,
Always up my ass, askin' me if I'ma sign 'em.
But ya, don't flow, it don't flow.
I catch a buzz with the Dom Perignon.
When Jerry Springer's on, no need to carry on.
What's with all the frustration,
Need a demonstration, punk, to check the variation.
I might need to be dazed when I taste your lyrical waste, punk.
Because your lyrical styles, are lyrical what?
I make hysterical piles of all you lyrical sluts.

(chorus)
I'm doin' time on the rock line [repeats 2x].
I'm doin' time.

Mish mosh up in the brain, I'm on my cycle.
Like 'em highways, my ways, they're up and down like the Dow Jones.
I bust these microphones, don't exaggerate.
I keep it real and only speak about this sh[record scratches]t I hate.
Don't hate your people, just the 'tudes.
The attitudes, lose the attitude, and I won't be freakin' mad at you.

But if you're bitin' don't be frightened, kid.
I'm sorta likin' what you're stealin',
Your open wound style needed some healin'.
You're shut down by my flow, I'm glad you know,
Behind the spark I got the phattest freakin' live show.
You feel the tension?
The eyeballs in your socket can't comprehend how I rock it.
You can't stop it.
You're like the way that I live it, you need it.
Your demo tape, punk, I inspected, then ejected.

Who survives at the end of the day?
With too much airplay, huh?
I'm gonna keep it all underground.

I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.
I'm doin' rhyme on the dime line,
I'm doin' time on the rock line.

Hey man wake up and smell the concrete,
Strange to see you've changed like the phat beat.
Could be identity crisis, but I can't bite this.
Reality bites, but that's what life is.
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior,
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flavor.
Artificial minds, seekin' out the new trends.
Get in where you fit in.
Quit thinkin' like a has-been.

Diggin' in my culture.
Let me let you punks know I'm an old school soldier.
With the funk flow.
A damn shame you gotta change yourself,
Because you're sick of yourself,
Well I'm sick of you too.

Doin' time on the rock line.

I wanna shout out right here, everybody out there,
In the world, listen to the Rockline.
This goes out to you.

Uh. I'd like to give a shout out to Interscope.
Dig a big shout out to Georgeson.
Got a big shout out to 311.
And a big shout out to KoRn.
I got a big shout out to The Deftones.
I got a big shout to Primus.
And a big shout out to The Firm.
And a big shout out to Sevendust.
And a big shout out to Powerman 5000.
And a big shout out to Coal.
And a big shout out to Soulfly.
And a big shout out to Ross Robinson.
And a big shout out to Orgy.
And a big shout out Jenny Barnes.
And a big shout out to Richie.
And a big shout out to Nick.
And a big shout out to Yetti.
And a big shout out to Bruce.
And a big shout out to Junior.
And a big shout out to ADIDAS.
And a big shout out to Travel Gear.
And a big shout out to Tone Loce.
And a big shout out to Ibanez.
And a big shout out to Indigo Ranch.
And a big shout out to Orange County Percussion.
And a big shout out to Bob at the Rockline.
Big shout out to Bob at the Rockline [repeats].
(At the Rockline.)

Got it live, straight from Jacksonville.
Limp Bizkit on the mic, punk.

Radio Announcer: Limp Bizkit: Doing Time On The Rockline.
You can shout out to me anytime, you guys

Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt - TÜRKISCH

Artist: Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
30 Mark Far Deine Kack Cd Bist Du Bescheuert?
5 Waren aœberteuert Alter Du Bist Gefeuert
Wirst Erneuert Durch Mich Und Endest Als Arbeitsloser
Kleiner Aber Groaer Ganz In Rosa Eingekleideter Poser
Meine Prosa Ist So Hardcore Daa
Du Sie Wie Die Zunge Von 'ner Alten Gerne Im Ohr Hast
Komm Ruhig Vor Spast Ich Geb' Dir Meine Blitze Blanke
Glatze Plus Die Tatze In Die Fratze Wie Dem Fritze An Der Tanke
Sag Danke Und Geh Solange Du Kannst
Wenn Du Sprayer Bist Dann Spray Und Wenn Du Tanzer Bist Dann Tanz
Aber Net' Mir Auf Der Nase Deppseinsohn
Und Kannt Ihr Mich Mit Dem Gelaber Von Wegen Hiphop Bitte
Verschohnen
Ich Wohn' In Radelheim Mit Jungs Aber Das Weiat Du Ja Wahrscheinlich
Ganz Ehrlich Ich Scham' Mich Far Dich Du Bist Mir Peinlich Mein' Ich
Reim Doch Heimlich Alter Da Hatten Wir Alle Mehr Vom Leben
Hier Muat Du Den Heiarauchen Ja Ja Weitergeben

Gib Mir Den Nachsten Zug Obwohl Einer Ist Nicht Genug
Ohne Betrug Kammerad Ich Flieg' aœber Den Loop
Wie Ein Flugzeug In Hohen Laften
aœber Jungs Die Sich Brasten Und Mir Wird Schlecht Von Den Daften
Als Ob Sie Nicht Waaten Daa aœber Ihnen Wiegand Ist
Machen Sie Geschia Und Produzieren Mist
Ich Diss Dich Du Fotze Von Der Wiege Bis Ins Grab
Und Wenn Ich Nicht Hart War' War' Ich Nicht Der Chab
Der Als Bodyguard Den Racken Der Familie Hat
Dabei Glanzt Wie Die Glatze Von P. Wahrend Du Matt
Und Platt Bist Daa 'n Chabo Der Far Sicherheit Sorgt
Ans Mikro Geht Konkret Talked Und Dich Doged
Der Ort Ist Mir Egal Und Dein Gelaber Noch Egaler
Deine Alte Riecht Nach Mir Aber Du Denkst Es Ist Feniala
Genialer Asozialer Schlauer Bauer
Pat Now Who Got The Power

Fotzenlecker Und Fotzenleckerinnen Ich Har' Stimmen
Der Wichser Verliert Doch Mua Gewinnen
Von Innen Nach Auaen Alter Von Drinnen Nach Drauaen
Hart Man Schlage Aus Dem Herzen Mit Schmerzen Ohne Pausen
Ich Hab' 's Tausend Mal Gesagt Und Werd' 's Gerne Wiederholen
Bei Mir Gibt 's Mehr Skills Als Gestohlene Autos In Polen
Du Hast Wohl 'n Ego Problem Bist Schizophren
Sagst Du Freust Dich Uns Zu Sehen Aber Du Disst Uns Wenn Wir Gehen
Wir Stehen Auf Anderen Stufen Lan Andere Ebenen
Du Willst Was Wir Haben Und Ich Kann 's Dir Nicht Geben Mann
Wir Leben Am Abgrund Einer Zeit Die Krank Ist
Geld Regiert Die Welt Aber Ich Weia Wo Die Bank Ist
Fang Jetzt Bloa Keine Hektik An Mein Freund
Du Hast Viel Zu Viel Versaumt Und Auaerdem Alles Nur Getraumt
Wie 'n Joint Wirst Du Geraucht Wie 'n Loch Im Kopf Gebraucht
Und Du Kommst Nie Wieder Rauf Wenn Ich Dich Untertauch

Young Jacks I Go Way Back Check It As I Roll Over The Playback
You Think My Shit Is Wack I Can 't See How You Say That
When I Lay That Vocal On The Track Like The Hand Of A Mack
On His Bitch Punks Check Out Where I 'm At
Fat The Way I Roll Over The Groove Me Stole
In The School That 's Old They 'd Say This Must Be Told
I Fold Competition Somewhat Like A Map
This Ain't No Handicapped Rap For A Gap Left By Snap
But That Is That And This Is This Now Pump Your Fist
Excuse Me Miss Did You Just Blow Me A Kiss
Is You Tryin' To Add Me To Your List Of The Dissed Or Are You His
Taking Care Of Business Is This A Setup
The P Quickly Gets Fed Up I Put Some Led Up To Fill Your Head Up Now
Get Up
Get Up Get Up Get Up Or Get Down
As I Put A f-ckin' Hooker To The Ground Weitergeben
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Biz Markie: Goes Around

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to jostmatt@bgb.ch for these lyrics.

[ VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
>From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon!"

504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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Biz Markie: Let Go My Eggo

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Ahhh-yew-whayaeuwwww
Now it-it-it-it-it-it sound funky
Yo Doc, I'ma count it on three
One, two, three

Well I'm not a qualuudes or a halucinogen
I'm just comin up with rhymes that I invent
Out of my head, or like on the spot
And uhh, whether you know it or whether you not
?? we did the Mudfoot in your town
I-I'm super-educated, ready to get down
Just check out what the heck I got to say
It's not the same ol', rhythm and rap cliche
Markie the king of a rec, I rock and put you in check
Hypnotizin recognizin plus I get respect
And if you think you can, mess with the magical man
I rock the mic do what I like and plus I got a plan
So don't be missin don't be listenin to the format
Determined like a German like a head is to a hat
That's why I qualify, as the better MC
I never treat people like they were fleas
But if you think that I got a big head though
EHHHH AHAHHHHHH! Let go my emehamahmmm EGGO

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
Let go my Mmm ah mmm uh uh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mm mm mm mm EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Now bust this out

Well well well well you know it's me
The Mudfoot, yeah the Diabolical B
I-Z-abba-zee-mm-A-Rrrah, I'm a superstarrah
Always rap on mines, so I don't have to bother
I just come up out with somethin G like
Other MC's thinkin, I'm on the mic
Super, duper, MC party pooper
A tick-tock to the roc the mic and I recoup-ah
rate and I am great, my DJ is a-ight
If he say rock it to the rhythm, well rhymes I be writin
BMV Studios, didn't you know
My D-O-C is down and Jidoe
I sing, on record, I get respected never neglected
Well protected edu-I-do you know that I'm
the, oh-riginal B, I-Z-M-A-R, K-I with E
And if you think it's me, no, I think it's the
C-double-O-L V, and my man D-O-C
I get with Big E, I zugga zagga zee
I'm backwards other MC know what this mean
Hellafied king, I do my own thing
Make the microphone sing, and you know that I bring
And everytime I rock, I don't got a big head though
FORGET THAT! Let go my mm-ah-ehrmm-mmah EGGO!

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
Let go my Mmm ah mmm uhh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mm uh mm uh EGGO..
{Cool V cuts again}
Let go my mah-uhh umm-uhh EGGO!
{Cool V cuts again}

Now a lot of like people wanna know about me
The original diabolical energetical
B-I-Z-mmmahhhzayy-Rrrah superstarrah of rap
And it don't matter to me, I'll make your hands clap
Best in zing, the man appointed rap king
Down to wreck your body, I make the 'phone sing
That's why I say zzznoahh, MC shower
Hey, in Junior High School I say Shenandoah
and, bedknocks and broomsticks
with my DJ Cool V, that is on the mix
I do it out of my head-n, from hear to Homestead'n
or even Belleport cause it is my sport

{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
{Cool V cuts again}
{Cool V cuts again}
{Cool V cuts "I'm the Biz" over and over}
{Cool V cuts "I'm the BizMarkie, yo known for beatbox and the rap and.."}
{Cool V cuts again to fade}

Biz Markie: The Dragon

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: The Biz Never Sleeps
(Music Song Lyrics):
VERSE 1 ]
Now this is a difficult subject
About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck
They know they have something that people don't like
And they still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
But to the nose it's a nuisance
It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged
And it will sneak upon you like espionage
You might not know it cause it won't show it
And you will swear it's just a mirage
It can be with you when you're talkin
It will be so close, you think it's hawkin
With a bit of a twang it got its own slang
Is even known in New York, and
Everybody know what I'm sayin
From here to the Himalayan
If you don't know, you must be doo-doo
This is what I'm sayin
About the dragon

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think i should go more into depth
About a secret that is quiet as kept
If you have it like Richochet Rabbit
It can ruin your rep
There are ways of preventin this
Check your hygenie and your dentist
You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson
Godliness is cleanliness
But if you think I'm misguiding you
By sayin there's somethin inside of you
That bothers everybody when you're at a party
And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"
You're sittin there baffled and puzzled
Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled
But if you want a clue, between me and you
It could be the beverage you guzzle
But if you listen to me
The diabolical energetical B
The i-z Mza-Mza-a-r-k-i-e
I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p
So I'ma end it off like this
Before you give somebody a kiss
For the one you adore, check them before
You get a crazy whiff
Of the dragon

[ VERSE 3 ]
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim
The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym
In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left
And his band was playin a song that was funky to def
He was kickin like Bruce Lee and Jim Kelly
Word is bond, that kid was smelly
Even if he would shower and shower
Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour
He would always wanna like hang around
His underarms had bass with scents around
I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen
He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him
I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin
I said, "Yo Tock, you got the dragon

Biz Markie: Buck Wild

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to dj.flash@pobox.com for these lyrics.

Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
about my man named Dee
Yo, even from when he was little
he was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
But, I'ma tell you the way..
.. it should really go like..
.. the way he would say it now check this out

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
but man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had appeal to Dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
he never ever seen NONE of them carryin books
He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased
Never had a nine to five, but STILl clocked G's
Harold Reuben, Freewood Ave would make a man of them too
And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do
So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys
Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
at the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards came, all he received was a F jack
And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back
But yet and still, he didn't care
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there
When he was only eight he hung out with the pros
And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes
He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, ANYTHING from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "Brown what's WRONG witcha child?
He done ROBBED my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be BUGGIN word up
Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this
I don't whassup, but
I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation
I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part
So just check this out aight?
Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll ROB YOU BLIND
Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men
way back WHEN.. when he was only ten
Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he ever had to travel somewhere far
Take a bus? PSSH - HE'D GO STEAL HIM A CAR!
He'd always choose to live his life the wild way
Tag?! Russian Roulette is what he'll play
His moms and pops told him when he first reached Junior High
the way you live determine just how soon you die
And he didn't care because to him it was fun
and he was only THIRTEEN when he got his first gun
He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for a dead end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last
Went back and forth to jail six times
for stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes
So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
it don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..

Ay that that that's a little bit of a lesson
for all the kids out there you know now
Yeah yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin
And this is comin from
The Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler
Ain't no one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Dulah
who used to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just listen
cause.. this is no joke, so don't be buck wild..

10 K.A.Ns - U Need Dick In Your Life

Artist: 10 K.A.Ns
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[* Applause *]

[DJ]
Right about now we got a group coming out, it's my personal favorite.
These cats have the hottest selling 8-track of all times.
Please, if you will, put your hands together
For Mr. Dick M. Down and 10 K.A.N.'s.

[Chorus]
Come on, come on, let me hear you say it
Hey ho! Say what, Hey ho! Say what
Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah a little louder)
Hey ho! Here we go
Hey ho! Say what
Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah, come on a little louder)
Hey ho! Here we go
Hey ho! Come on now
Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah baby)
Hey ho! Come on
Hey ho! Say what
Can a nigga get some to go (Uh check it out)
You need dick in your life (Uh come on)
You need dick in your life (That's what you need girl)
Dick in your life (Hey fellas what they need?)
Dick in your life (Uh break it dow)
And you need some dick x4
You need dick in your life (All the fellas)
Dick in your life (Check it out)

[Verse One]
Shut up and jump in your Geo Storm
Cause you ain't going home till the early morn
See tonight you and your friends
Is coming with me to the Comfort Inn
Yeah we done talked but we can't make love
In the middle of the smoke filled clubs
So give me a dub for your half on the room
And a buck 0-5 for your half on the Boone's
So as soon as you get your friends
I'm pulling out the keys to the Benz
And speeding down the middle of the street
So we can go skeet up the sheets
So basically to sum up my order
I'll take your 18 year old daughter
Along with some water
But don't set the table though
Cause I want my order to go

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I know you understand just what I mean
Cau
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504 BOYZ - Yeah Yeahfeat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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Bizkit Limp: Hotdog

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
ladies and gentlemen introducing the chocolate starfish
and the hot dog-flavored water
bring it on get the f-ck up yeah check one, two listen up listen up here we go
it’s a f-cked up world a f-cked up place
everybody’s judged by their f-cked up face
f-cked up dreams f-cked up life
a f-cked up kid with a f-cked up knife
f-cked up moms and f-cked up dads
a f-cked up cop with a f-cked up badge
f-cked up job with f-cked up pay
and a f-cked up boss is a f-cked up day
f-cked up press and f-cked up lies
while lethal’s in the back with f-cked up eyes hey,
it’s on everybody knows
it’s on hey, it’s on everybody knows it’s on
ain’t it a shame that you can’t say f-ck
f-ck’s just a word and it’s all f-cked
up like a f-cked up punk with a f-cked up mouth
a nine-inch nail – get knocked the f-ck out
f-cked up aids from f-cked up sex
fake-assed titties on a f-cked up chest
we’re all f-cked up so, what cha wanna do?
with f-cked up me and f-cked up you
you wanna f-ck me like an animal
you like to burn me on the inside
you like to think i’m a perfect drug
just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me
ain’t life a bitch a f-cked up bitch
a f-cked up sore with a f-cked up stitch
a f-cked up head is a f-cked up shame
swingin’ on my nuts it’s a f-cked up game
jealously thrills up a f-cked mind
it’s real f-cked up like a f-cked up crime
if i say f-ck two more times that’s 46 f-cks in this f-cked up rhyme hey,
it’s on everybody knows it’s on hey,
it’s on everybody knows it’s on
you wanna f-ck me like an animal
you like to burn me from the inside
you like to think i’m a perfect drug
just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me
you can’t bring me down i don’t think
so you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
kiss my starfish my, chocolate starfish, punk
kiss my starfish my, chocolate starfish
you want to f-ck me like an animal you want to burn me from the inside
you like to think i’m a perfect drug
just know that nothing you do
will bring you closer to me

Biz Markie: Cool Vs Tribute to Scratching

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
{*Cool V cuts and scratches his own name*}

[Biz Markie]
I'ma make this brief, like about 30 seconds
My DJ, gets all of his respect in
super crazy blendin, so he can sound groovy
And it can only be the vibe of Cutmaster Cool V
When he cuts the funky record, it sounds so like def
And it can be SMOOTH, from right to left
But now I'ma shut up and step off from the action
It's Cool V give you hits, he do the funky scratchin
Cool V go ahead!

{*Cool V scratches his own name again and "I do damage!"*}

[Biz Markie]
Yo, I'd like to tell you about my DJ
He cuts the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and
You will agree that he will be pursuin
a career, and like I have no fear
For when he cut the funky records he won't be dissapear
Now you think of rockin and MC's know
He's highly recognized as the DJ of disco
He can like mix, and he can like cut an'
everytime I rock people say - V what in the heck
And they be checkin and, yo wait a second
As he be rockin it, always collectin
the money or dead presidents, whatever you call it
SO COME ON COOL V - GO FOR IT!

{*Cool V scratches his own name again and "I do damage!"*}

[Biz Markie]
Here's a biography about my DJ
His name is Cool V
And when he cut the funky records, he get respected
And he's an Aires
So check him out without a doubt as I be gettin down
I rock the funky rhythm of a rhymin sound
I think I like the way that he cuts for me
That's why he's my DJ - {*Cool V!*}
Girls! Wherever you call 'em
He rocks from here all the wa

Bizkit Limp: Hot Dog

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Limp Bizkit
(Music Song Lyrics):
Ladies and gentlemen... introducing the Chocolate Starfish
And the Hot Dog-flavored water
Bring it on!

Get the f-ck up!
Yeah!
Check... one... two...
Listen up, listen up, here we go...
It's a f-cked up world
A f-cked up place, everybody's judged by thier f-cked up face
f-cked up dreams, f-cked up life
A f-cked up kid with a f-cked up knife
f-cked up moms (moms) and f-cked up dads (dads)
A f-cked up cop with a f-cked up badge
f-cked up job (job) with f-cked up pay-ee-ay
And a f-cked up boss is a f-cked up day
f-cked up press with f-cked up lies
While lethal's in the back with f-cked up eyes
Hey.
It's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey.
It's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Ain't it a shame that you can't say f-ck (f-ck)
f-ck's just a word and it's all f-cked up
Like a f-cked up punk (punk)
With a f-cked up mouth (mouth)
A nine-inch-nail -- get knocked the f-ck out
f-cked up aids from f-cked up sex
Fake-assed titties on a f-cked up chest
We're all f-cked up, so whatcha wanna do with f-cked up me
And f-cked up you?
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

Ain't like a bitch (bitch), a f-cked up ditch (ditch)
A f-cked up sore with a f-cked up stitch
A f-cked up head (head), is a f-cked a shame
Swingin' on my nuts it's a f-cked up game
Jealousy thrills up a f-cked up mind
It's real f-cked up like a f-cked up crime
If I say f-ck two more times, that's forty-six f-cks in this f-cked up rhyme
Hey, it's on.
Everybody knows it's on.
Hey it's on, everybody knows it's on.
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You like to burn me from the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

oooooowwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! hoa!

Listen up baby
You can't bring me (bring me) down
I don't think so, I know so
You betta check yourself
Before you wreck yourself
Kiss my starfish my
Chocolate starfish punk
Kiss my starfish my
Chocolate starfish
You wanna f-ck me like an animal
You wanna burn me from the inside
You like to think that I'm a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do will bring you closer to me

Biz Markie: Nobody Beats The Biz

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Goin Off
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yes, y'all-and, to the like beat-and
You could either dance or just have a seat and
Listen to the way-in, what I am displayin
A different kind of rapper language that I am sayin
To all the party people, ? the info
When it come to rockin parties I-am-a-nympho-maniac
brainiac for doin my dance
And my record Make the Music, will put you in a trance-and
hypnotize your body-and, like you do Bacardi-and
you won't be fightin or illin, you just be partyin
down, with the funky sound with yours truly
I'm the original B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-be-the-E and
I came to have fun and, not be number one-and
just hear to let you know, who's like runnin the place
and everywhere that I perform and do a show
*beatboxing sound* as long as you know, that *beatbox drumbeat*
Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 4X)
You know me as the B-I-Z-M-A-R-K-I-E-and
I go for what I know doin a show for human beings
I'm guaranteed to rock I make the ladies scream and shout
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
The Mardi rapper toe-tapper always have it flowin
And when you hear the BizMarkie, I get the job done
Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me
I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique
They say I look and sound funny but I don't be carin
I rock the Latin Quarter, Rooftop, Union Square and
Roseland, the Hassan?, Madison Square Garden
Even rock for the ?work fare at Jaffer Center?
Pardon the way, that I be talkin bout the places I be rockin
I love to perform, for the people that be clockin
Not sayin that you're on mine, you're on it like a hornet
But you pay for the performance, doggone it, you want it
That's why I'm here, to be like lettin you knowin
That I'ma highly recognized as the king of disco-and
makin people as they have a lot of enjoyment
I'm the best person for this type of employment, that's why...
Nobody beats the Biz!
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)
On and on, to the break of dawn
When you buy food cheap, you need a coupon
or catch a sale retail, before it gets stale
So hurry up and get the WIC? check out the mail
and shop non-stop, but how I hip-hop
on the mic and like
Make you co-op-er-ate with the rhythm, that is what I give em
Reagan is the Pres but I voted for Shirley Chilsholm
It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using
But in the end I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing
and funny, oh honey, it's just ridiculous
Don't try to front, come on and admit you was
thrilled, chilled, your heart was all filled
So respect the architect, as I begin to build
Science and my reliance is upon my rap
Like Carl Lewis I get to it, so let's go the lap...
Nobody beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Bizzzz
(repeat 3X)
[TJ Swan]
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
My name is TJ Swan, nobody beats the Biz
I rock you on and on, nobody beats the Biz
You know nobody that beats the Biz
I know nobody that beats the Biz
Nobody beats the Biz, nobody beats the Biz (repeat 2X)
*BizMarkie does some beatboxing*
*TJ Swan verse resung in this version several times*
*BizMarkie beatboxes again to the end but gets cut short

Bizkit Limp: Full Nelson

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water
(Music Song Lyrics):
why is everybody always pickin’ on me?
does anybody really know a thing about me?
but one of these days we’ll be in the same place
in the same place punk, at the very same time yeah,
but when it takes place and you wanna talk shit
then step your ass up and say right to my face
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
i ain’t believing all the shit you’ve been talkin’ about me
don’t even know me and still your talkin’ shit about me
but one of these days i’m gonna catch you in the act
in the act, red-handed caught up in the act, punk
and that’ll be the day the one and only day
to step your ass up and say right to my face
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth’s writing checks
that your ass can’t cash
so where you at?
where you been?
i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again
‘cause this world is really small
can’t we all get along?
where you at?
where you been?
i’m sure i’ll be seeing you again
‘cause this world’s really small
can’t we all get along?
how pathetic are people who verbally rape us with talking?
we try to ignore them
ignore them until they keep talking
they think that they’re building an empire
without us
but we’ve got the torch now
we’ve got the fire to burn this motherf-cker down down
down down burn this motherf-cker
down down down down
burn this mother-f-cker down (repeat)
you’ll get knocked the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth wrote a check
that your ass can’t cash
knocked straight the f-ck out
‘cause your mouth wrote a check that
your ass can’t cash you bet your ass can’t cash,
motherf-cker!
just shut your f-ckin’ mouth!
(bring it on, lethal)
come on

Chubb Rock - The Night Scene

Artist: Chubb Rock
Music Album: The One
(Music Song Lyrics):
The night time is an ill time cause nuff crime
Happens that never gets aired on the prime
Tv stations, public relations
Gives the okay for what gets aired in the nation
You got the whole world lookin at "i love lucy"
Talented bitches on the corner sellin pussy
A variety'll give your friend for a 10=spot..
.. christians doin rimshots!
Do more heads than barbershops will
Open their legs to the public for a meal
Damn it's a shame, the shit looks unreal
College graduates sometime kneel
Check out the crack scene over there
Those two motherf-ckers gonna make about a million this year
Sell to their friends for a benz
Kill their race for a taste
For what they call or see as being the good life
Gold nuggets, lots of ducats
Beeper number 1-800-asshole
Sellin stone so we can see your bones
Cause most crackheads don't have fat legs
Skull all soft, it can crack like eggs
You fiend for the flavor, steal for the hit
Grandma's walkin home, so you bust her shit
Send her to the hospital - for twenty bucks
Beam for a half an hour - that's f-cked
Other (?) your high, for a few stay low
Ten minutes later, you need some blow
So you'll eventually croak - maybe by a stroke
You don't want the good life - no you want coke
Now come the robbers, they just steal
They move like cats - some on crack
They'll vic anything up to jeeps
These motherf-ckers play for keeps
They'll do anything that's on their mind
They come nine deep, plus pack nines
They don't care - won't shed no tears
Don't try to appeal for pity cause it's silly
They wear polo coats, baseball caps
The elderly is the main course and the snack
These young kids that leave their cribs
Hang on the streets, then these squids
Slide up on the scene with a certain lean
And then slide out but they're countin your green
And now you're vexed and you want to redeem
But it's a different world with different rules:
The night scene

Yo baby check this out
Times is gettin kinda hard, youknowhati'msayin?
Yo bitch, you gonna have to get me some serious money
Out this motherf-cker, youknowhati'msayin?
You better go out there and,
Find some friends for five dollars or some shit
Cause y'know, if i don't get my money
You know what's gonna happen right?
Somebody gonna get hurt out this motherf-cker
You know that, you know that

The night time is a different time to flow
You gotta know the rules or they'll let you know
Your heart can't take the pressure, of the scene
Periphreal vision and decisions must be keen
Cause this is a place that's far from clean
Apocalypse now - but later on you say it's a dream
But it's not a dream, it's reality
Stand on the corner and you're a goner
Go home and chill under your mom's wing
I will sing, hopefully bring
A new alternative to make some green
But stay home - not the night scene - come on!

What? yo where the motherf-ckin money at huh?
Nah i don't wanna hear nuttin about no
College and tuition shit
I just want my motherf-ckin money - now bitch!
So let's do this alright?
You ain't holdin out tonight
Cause i'll fly that motherf-ckin head
Right about now, okay?
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Frank Zappa - German Lunch

Artist: Frank Zappa
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Uhh, may I see your papers pleez??
Uhhh, lemme see.
Hand me your suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, I see, how many . . . sixty-two packages of cigarettes. Why are you carrying all zees into Germany for? What are you doing this for?
I . . . I . . .
How long have you been livin' in Berlin?
I don't live in Berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in Texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, Lyndon Johnson lives in Texas too, does he not?
I know, Sure does.
Ooh, hm this is alright.
You mind . . . Is it alright if I shut my suitcase off?
Shut it off???
Ha, ha ha ha.
Do you care for one of these cigarettes?
Now, who's this lady you are with?
What lady?
This lady here, standing next to you.
Oh, this is uh, this is...
Has she has papers too?
PAPERS! Lemme see your papers!
How come you have to yell so much, what did we do?
I don't yell.
Were just trying to get into the country.
This is my country, it's not your country, I'm ? here, I've been standing here for years and years doing zis every time. You making me very angry.
Is this ze Fazerland.
This is ze Fazerland yes.
Listen you ought to check all the Mothers through customs. Hey line up as soon as you finished . . .
Are you through with me, sir?
You may step over here to the right.
Thank you.
My name is Fritz, open the suitcase please?
Just a moment here, just a moment.
What is this there's sixty two copies of Horseshit Magazine. What are you carrying Horseshit Magazine around for . . .
It's a hoax, hold it, hold it here.
What is this. Right there!
Hold it hold it. I'll never forget you Fritz
Alrigh
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BENZINO - Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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