(Young Money) Bust it on the Beat hoe
Walk up in this bitch wit a Hunnit Grand
2 Rolleys on my arm another hunnit grand
Bitch let the money burn nigga no tan
got a young bitch fucking doing what she can
Pop pulla, King Kong Killa, T Raw da real deal thrilla and manilla
Make a bitch pop pop pills til it's dinner
She a fuckin nympho that's why i fuck with her
Whistle while you twerk pussy singers
All up in the club throwing up middle fingers
if you dry snitch turn a bitch to a hinger
lay yo shit out now you planking you planking i'm sayin
(Chorus)
Uh 1 2 And the bitch came
Brake a bitch hard pouring out the champagne
why you over there chillin with the little lames
you ain't know, you ain't that my shit bang
Pop it bitch , pop pop pop pop it bitch
pop pop pop pop it bitch ,
pop pop pop pop it bitch
12 and the bitch came
pop it bitch
pop pop pop pop it bitch
pop pop pop pop it bitch
pop pop pop pop it bitch
All these hoes know my damn name
You don't give that's a damn shame
I don't find the shit funny like so plain
put ice on my wrist like the shit sprain
i'm just riding round gettin two chain
last king , YMCM gang
erything dope bitch what the Novocaine
bitches say i'm the bomb
ho mane
blow the pussy up tear it to the sex game
role 8 make them bitches bend they back
for they ask she go spazz
make her seem like she act
stupid , take a cab oh you broke oh yo bad
i don't cuff hoes they just follow my command
(Chorus)
Lift that ass up (up)
bring that ass down (down)
bring that ass up (up)
shake that ass to the ground
Two things that leaves me full of scars.
The cheapest girls, the fastest cars.
Darts and queens don't interest me.
I only live for big bad B.
They mess me up and steal my sleep.
Leaves me longing for "beep-beep".
Guess I'm hooked on the second letter.
Trust me there is nothing better …
My coke bottled shaped b-body.
It won't stop for nobody …
When you think you have them running good.
They knock you out with a change of mood.
'cause a human B is like the one on wheels.
Noone knows just how it feels.
I just can't shake this B addiction.
But a life with one is filled with friction.
Just fill her up and ride with style.
Get high on B just for awhile.
My coke bottled shaped b-body.
[Verse 1]
Yo, who want it with us, y'all niggas not fuckin wit us
Y'all hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truck
We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin
We race out, but first blow the place out
It gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas throw your sets up
And spit y'all razors
I hop in to spin out, I'm the Opposite of H2O
So in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out
Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off
Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off
I'm lightweight, I let y'all throw them dumbbells
I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run well
I shoot dummies, blast backs
Money gassed up while I'ma open this tank, yo pass me the shank
I blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max out
And that's just to, let y'all know that Drag is back now
[HOOK x2: Icepick Jay]
Now all my motherfuckin peoples say yeah yeah
Now all my motherfuckin thugs say yeah yeah
Now all my motherfuckin ladies say yeah yeah
Yeah yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon
[Verse 2]
Y'all keep pushin that wack shit out there y'all unable
Drag's like jumper cables, negative and a positive
Y'all aint gon feel shit til y'all get alot of this
I don't care about y'all hatin niggas my moms is part of this
She looks?
Cuz I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop shit
Drag straps up when he get up in his women
Put somethin long in the booty have em switchin different
I snatch niggas wife to show em the light
Give em dick then I'm hittin the switch
And while she snorin she don't know I'm gone by the mornin
Back to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhh
Whose fingers stay numb from rollin up
Who finger fucks chicks til they throwin up
Whose fingerprints cops keep showin up
Cuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truck
[HOOK x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggas
I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggas
My middle name Jason
That means I'm capable of throwin a mass on and axe niggas
Y'all better ax(ask) niggas
First name Mel, I mean that's what them checks say
When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyself
Count it fast ma, we all professionals here
How's it feel knowin I'm walkin outta here
With what you get in a year
I'm rude to a bitch, but y'all niggas, get out the street
Act like you don't see this black jeep, and get some flat feet
Y'all rock gators, we straight problems
We rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got em
Fuck it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pair
I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear
Pockets like a blimp, shit it's been a good year
Where my ruff ryders, we still in here
I was talkin to the whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talkin to the mocking bird
He says you are the worst he's heard,
Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl-tells me you're foul
Singin those lullaby notes,
Don't be a bring down
If you can swing down
Gimme those high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
and they're sayin you're "off the cob"
Fake it, Mister B
Take it, follow me, Bob white
Word up, Sean P, (BODY), P-Body
"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me"
Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P
arm-leg-leg or arm, head
Megatron
Decipticon Sean
Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came
Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf
black power, black, red, green and shit
Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit
Pssh, I'm in the hotel with ganja
Don Cheadle Hotel Rwanda
Go get your partner, Rock in here nigga
Go get your momma, my cock right here
I got this here, it's a different doctrine here
Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here
Listen, I fear no man but God
Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body
Four eyes, two arms and three shotties
Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti
A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? pedico?
And for the right price princess will pop at your people
"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me"
P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders
Pay attention it's gon pop off
Body get beat, embody the street
Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body
Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth
Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth
Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily
Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty
The left hook'll shatter your chin
Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim
Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year
Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong
Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring
R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen
Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P
Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea
Truth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking
Saying whatever, love it when I put it together
Listen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani
I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body
P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders
Pay attention it's gon pop off
Body get beat, embody the street
Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body
Partnah, we practically pioneered this position
You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters
You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body
Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant
Listen this is the BCC, and double D
In the 2k6, we make hits
We make chips, I'm always stacking my dough
Can't be the "Brokest Rapper You Know", P-Body
Yeah, get money or get lost
Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off
This ain't no gangsta rap
How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen
I mean, truthfully you might think you that
But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body
The name is new, the face the same
The judge is wack, the case is lame
I love the rap but I hate the game
I was talking to the whippoorwill
He says you've got a corny trill
Bob White, whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talking to the mockingbird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White, whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl tells me you're foul singing those lullaby notes
Don't be a bring down if you can swing down
Give me those high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
And they're saying you're off the cob
Fake it, Mister B
Take it, follow me, Bob White
I was talking to the whippoorwill
He says you've got a corny trill
Bob White, whatcha gonna swing tonight?
I was talking to the mockingbird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White, whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl tells me you're foul singing those lullaby notes
Don't be a bring down if you can swing down
Give me those high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob
And they're saying you're off the cob
Fake it, Mister B
You better take it, follow me, Bob White
We're gonna break it up tonight
(Give it to me!)
Uhh, woo! Yup
Heh heh, yeah
Make it hump, yeah
What? Yeah
{?} I just wanna be smooth on this one
Yeah, yeah
[Hi-C]
When I pull up to the club, nigga I don't stop
It be three or fo' times I done hit the block
I jump up out my right, peepin nothin but cock
The jealous-ass niggaz starin at my watch
Hmm, you can have it if you think you can get it
Infrared on yo' head, you think I won't hit it?
But I didn't come to trip, I came to sip
Pump some ass, and grip some hips
Man it's hot'dan a bitch, where the fuck is Quik?
I'm 'bout to, buy out the bar, homey hand me some chips
My nigga start to laugh, but he kicked in half
We had everything from New Cal to Genuine Draft
I'm knockin down all that's in my path
But money is the one thing you can not have (nope)
She asked me can she get it, so I started to laugh
Oh no! I ain't never ever paid for no ass!
[Break]
(Give it to me!) uh-uh (Give it to me!) uh-uh
(Give it to me!) oh no (Give it to me!) alright
(Give it to me!) I am (Give it to me!) c'mon
(Give it to me!) c'mon (Give it to me!)
[Chorus x2: (Hi-C)]
Pop it, pimp it (ohh you look good when you)
Hold it, twist it (girl you're so hood when you)
Shake it, lick it (oh I go nuts when you)
Grab it, kiss it (ah I'm gon' bust when you)
[Hi-C]
Well I'm five-seven, dick size 11
I hit it from behind I'll tear up your spine
A good girl these days so hard to find
They keep me runnin on down the line
I got Kim, Keisha, Tasha, Tameka
Karen, Sharon, Heather, Alisha
And I'm, the teacher, class in session
Come get down with me and learn yo' lesson
Pop pop, make it hot don't stop
From the couch to the cot you can get on top
Shake what you got for a pork chop cutie
Oooh SHIT you fine wit'cha big fat booty
Now you ain't a chicken, I'ma call you Popeyes
Cause yo' ass so big, all you do is pop eyes
Crawf Dog and I'm back with this 'Hi-Life' shit
I'm tryin to make you a 'Hi-Life' chick, c'mon
[Break + Chorus]
[Big Steele]
I done had 'em all, foreign exotic to down-lows
Hoes so ugly you'd fuck 'em wit'cho eyes closed
Chinese, Lebanese, broads of all races
Even Islamic women with the veils on they faces
Mexican women who couldn't speak a lick of english
See my dick and scream the Pledge of Allegiance
I had a fat chick I had to feed before I hit
But she'd only eat salad to save room for my dick
Just listen to the Bob White
He never could sing right
You should hip it to the latest sound
And the talk that's goin' 'round
Well, I was talking to the parakeet
And he said, "Man, now about that beat"
(How about that beat?)
"Hey Bob White, ain't you gonna swing tonight?"
Several people heard the Albatross
(Yes)
Whisper Robin is on the sauce
(I know for a fact he's on the wagon)
Bob White, nothing but a neophyte
(John, what does that word mean?)
(Amateur)
Even the Pheasant found it unpleasant
Hearing you hit that flat note
Whereas the Sparrow froze to his marrow
When he heard that note
The opinion of the Tufted Grouse
Is you play to an empty house
(Could happen to anybody, sure could)
Get up, off that pair
Shape up, make it dare
Bob White, you gotta sing it out tonight
Take a letter to the Meadowlark
In reply to his rude remark
(Well, the mails must go through)
Bob White, invites you to a bash tonight
(My tux isn't even pressed)
Take a wire to the Nightingale
Tell him Bob ain't begun to wail
Bob White's gonna put him down for spite
(Circulate the word)
Call up the Catbird
Tell that old fat bird
He's gonna sing a storm up
Hip the Canary, it'll be scary
After the warm up
Man, he's even gonna gas the goose
He'll be a' looser than Dr. Seuss
(Wait a minute John, do I detect a note
Of meaning that he's gonna be 'right in tune?)
Man, I'm telling you, he's gonna be 'on the moon
(I see)
Bob White
He's gonna ball it up tonight
Oh, he's in there
Guy whistles pretty
Yeah, like a bird, what?
Here's a wire from the Albatross
(Sounds urgent)
It reads, 'Robin is still the boss'
(Well, thank you very much folks)
Bob White, he was in the groove tonight
(Ha ha ha)
I quote directly from the Whoopin' Crane
He says, "Man, it was like insane"
(He made it plain)
Bob White really fought a groovy fight
I thought I had him dead in the third round
Hey, old poppa Red Bird
Who is the head bird
Says you were in there swingin'
(He was tryin')
Even the Jackdaw
Flew out the back door
Buckin' and wingin'
You instigated such a swingin' gig
That all them quadrapeds wanna dig
(Here, here, you mean)
Here come, the moose and elk
And there goes Lawrence Welk
Bob White, Bob White, Bob White
You really sang it out tonight
Chumbawamba
Miscellaneous
One Way Or The Other
Peace won't come (Repeats)
By words alone
With the world in front of you, you've only got a certain space to go. I go to me factory, and go there, that's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world. The whole world in front of ya, you're waiting, seeing things that haven't been discovered.
No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats)
One way or the other
Something's got to change
Humdrum has a stammer
Saying 'w-w-w-whatever'
One way or the other
No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats)
Peace won't come by words alone
Peace won't come by words alone
I'm so low on order
But high on what I want
And I've got your number
And I'm coming over
One way or the other
No pretty please, pretty pretty please (Repeats)
One way or the other (Repeats)
Peace won't come by words alone
Liz hates her body, her baby body
She thinks that everybody's looking at
the way her figure's changed
But she's on this bus, it always moves so
slow
Regrets her haircut, a career-ruining
haircut
She should have got t cut by her student
friend, he's asked her to dor weeks
But she hates that public transport moves
so slow
You wanted everything to change but you
could only change your name
You've got to rise above it now, you're
more inmortant than the game
Than the game, more impotnant than the
game
Gazes in awe on those stupid morons
Who buy those magazines to paper tydor
mirror of their homes
But show wonders how many people buy
them for the summer factor
SHes's making pictures, collaging pictures
A microsxoping version of the way they're
crowding in their mind
But this bus wastes roughly on-twelfth
of her day
You wanted everything to change but you
could only change your clothes
Standing in the supermarket aisle you
know these fuckers never close
They were never close, these fuckers never close
You wanted everything to change but you