Salute!

Cast

• Dick Clark
• Steve Allen
• Johnny Mathis
• Ann Jillian
• Dionne Warwick
• Larry Gatlin & The Gatlin Brothers
• Lou Rawls
• Gladys Knight & The Pips
• Chuck Mangione
• Charlie Daniels
• Andy Gibb
• Paul Williams
• Neil Sedaka
• Bobby Vinton
• The Charlie Daniels Band
• Burt Bacharach
• Carole Bayer Sager
• Gap Mangione
• Gary Busey
• Leslie Uggams
• Bill Cosby
• James Brown
• Jerry Lee Lewis

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Jerry Lee Lewis
  USA:24 September 1983...
• Episode 2: Chuck Mangione
  USA:3 December 1983...
• Episode 3: Paul Williams
  USA:8 October 1983...
• Episode 4: Jose Feliciano
  USA:10 December 1983...
• Episode 5: Peter Allen
  USA:15 October 1983...
• Episode 6: Larry Gatlin and the Gatlin Brothers
  USA:22 October 1983...
• Episode 7: Neil Sedaka
  USA:19 November 1983...
• Episode 8: Charlie Daniels & the Charlie Daniels Band
  USA:12 November 1983...
• Episode 9: Andy Gibb
  USA:5 November 1983...
• Episode 10: Lou Rawls
  USA:29 October 1983...
• Episode 11: Bobby Vinton
  USA:26 November 1983...
• Episode 12: Gladys Knight & the Pips
  USA:1 October 1983...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Salute - Fabolous
• Salute - T.I.
• Salute - Whitney Houston
• Salute - M.O.P.
• Salute - Slaughterhouse
• Salute - Odd Future
• Salute - Machine Gun Kelly
• Salute - Half-a-mill
• Salute - Domo Genesis
• Salute - Diplomats

First off I'm a muthafuckin
G-en-er-al word to the cake shells
In this chopper will pop em
Make it sound like a hellichoppers land on top of this bitch
You want this whopper come and get your beef nigga
I'm not a boxer I'm be brief nigga
Were on top I will put you underneath niggas
We will take your whole tribe and I'm the chief nigga
Your highest title numero uno
I'm not that litte pregnant white girl but juno
You no anything within a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you anf guess who the nigga leash
I was once tols by my nigga meach
You feed a sucka he just grow to be a bigger leach
So even time you hear mine get your hand to your hairline
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah I'm in this bitch
Sending champagne to my enemys
Salute or shootyou choose muthafucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes muthafucka
Sulute me sulute me sulute me sulute me
Salute or shootyou choose muthafucka
Bow down till your head touch your shoes muthafucka
[Lil Wayne:]
Now just say Hello to the Captain
And I stay away from magnets cause the man knows what I'm packin
Bet your brains on your shirt will look like jello on a napkin
And I promise my fellows will put your fellow on a canvas
Call me wezzy f baby young money on betta get layin
Fabe I gotem
And watch me get em
And I do them
Or I did them
And there's two within my denin
And I shoot everything but woman and kids
Bitch niggas stop bitchin it's just how it is
Now watch me let that sexy nina kiss you by my rips
You won't be satisfied till I send a missle by your crib
Shot you in the stomach now your pissin out your ears
Hollygrove all day bodys in the hallway
And if you come searchin then your finding out tha hard way
No matter where your from you better recognize a real
Nigga when you see one
Salute me
[CHOROUS]
[Fabolous:]
At second thought I got the heart of a solider
Told ya I ain't gon play ya'll
My mind has gon awall
Find it I will pay ya'll
My money is yay tall okay ya'll
A smidget stack is midget mack
Dat mean it's gon stay small
Told dem I don't see nobody
I'm a rappin ray charles (I don't see nobody)
I think I need a seein I dog
Come to being fly dog
You ain't seeing I dog (ok ok ok ok)
We sit in here like pollen now
Fuck you niggas hollerin now
Dey said I been M-I-A
Yea bitch I'm on columns now
Leaders gon be followin crowds
General like collin powell
Water means cary gay
Beef is just a style of cow
I who make da call
So make me get da dialin out
Nick got da cannon yea dat nigga be widlin out
Dey aint ballin these niggaz is fouling out

Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
and when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
it don't matter wether the streets or the booth.
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You aint gotta speak homie when you see me salute.
Raise your right hand to your hairline
Stand that attention hold it there until ur recognized
Once I return the salutation then is at ease as if you heard no conversation
Well, and lets just sayin' what it do g
Decorated 5 star general a true G
Made it fresher off the battlefield
Rip it for my niggas in the battle still
Yea with more stripes then a jail suit
been in the need, trail oop
when i fail, through bi*ches standin their cells
takin pictures wit their cells
and let me tell you sutin 'bout a playa
put me anywhere in any jail
and i shall prevail
and if another man survied i shall as well
now f*ck rap got swag for sale
you crossed my path in air brazil
Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
and when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
it don't matter wether the streets or the booth.
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute
You aint gotta speak homie when you see me salute.
hot stain from the nonsense
remain conscious
the idiots make idiotic comments
a convict wit a conscious
you lack mores i can see your principles
and not my mines is
so i guess what makes me special
just to get from the curse
like shit to get you rich at first
so put your dick in the dirt
thats why i dont gatta be the greatest of all time
as long as i keep it real in my rhymes im fine
i aint lieing
give me mine and im satisfied
im just happy i got to make before my daddy died
and all things considered
everytime destiny calls i can deliver
not illa a young heart wit a old soul
some hot holes and a cold flow
and as far as keepin it real go
home when you need me
dont forget the proper way to greet me
Ay when you see me, salute me like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
and when you see me salute commander and chief conceiling the truth
it don't matter wether the streets or the booth.
When you see me salute
And when you see me salute
When you see me salute

You say you wanna walk away
You ain't got nothing to say
I salute you, yeah
Go on out the door now, you take care
No more tears to shed
What you expecting me to beg
Well, I'm not, I'm done, so when you leave
Just close the door behind you
'Cause I'm feeling kinda taller than you, lately
I'm feeling kinda stronger than you, lately
I'm feeling kinda better than you
And I know just what to do
I feel like doing my hair
I'm feeling like calling some of my friends
I feel like going to a club and partying
'Cause I'm a soldier girl in this world
I stand alone, I can be strong
I walk for miles, I made it home
It's good to know without you I made it
Soldier girl in my world
I took the fall now I stand tall
For the pain and all, I made it through
And now I'm about to say to you
Salute, salute
You think you know everything
And you think that your shit don't stink, well it do
Yeah, and when it comes to me
You don't have a clue
It took me all of these years
To realize that you don't belong here
I can do better, you say I'll never do better
Yeah right, whatever
'Cause I'm feeling kinda taller than you, lately
I'm feeling kinda stronger than you, baby lately
I'm feeling kinda better than you
And I know just what to do
I feel like doing my hair
I'm feeling like calling some of my friends
I feel like going to a club, do some partying
'Cause I'm a soldier girl in this world
I stand alone, I can be strong
I walk for miles and made it home
It's good to know without you I made it
Soldier girl in my world
I took the fall now I stand tall
For the pain and all, I made it through
And now I'm about to say to you
Salute, salute
So don't call it a comeback, no
I've been here for years
Through all of the drama
And the pain and all of the tears
It's time to stop this roller coaster
Say I wanna get off
And start moving mountains, swimming seas
And climbing over walls
'Cause I'm a soldier girl in this world
I stand alone, I can be strong
I walk for miles, I made it home
It's good to know without you I made it
Soldier girl in my world
I took the fall now I stand tall
For the pain and all, I made it through
And now I'm about to say to you
I salute you, I salute you
Salute, salute, salute
I salute you, go on take care

Uhh, uhh...
Uhh, uhh...
M.O.P. in the house kid
BLAU! You knowhatimsayin, check this out
Lil Fame's a trigga nigga
Billy Danze a trigga nigga
Aight? Keepin it real
Brownsville still nigga
[Lil Fame]
Lil Fame, a young ass nigga wit talent
Thug that move silent, but still remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's truth
General of this hit game, clak, clak, salute
[Billy Danze]
Billy Danze, index finger exerciser
Bell ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your right and I'll blaze the living proof
The godfather to truth, clak, clak, salute
[Lil Fame]
Since we came here we got to show and prove
The M.O.P. is rugged never smooth
We tearin this shit down just like construction
Flip like kilos, with this Primo production
[Billy Danze]
No doubt, hit 'em wit that hilltop flavor
Hardcore niggas on your doorstep neighbor
And this year, here, niggas can't compare
Spectators, haters, cuz we're fuckin with Premier
[Lil Fame]
Fillin 'em up wit raps in fact they can't get wit
A code red, the dope shit, got you niggas addicted
Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin true to this game
Since you nice was that hip hop gangsta
M.O.P. guranteed to keep bringin this dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin toasters
On all coastses, north to south, east to west
Got high clientele for shit you least expect
[Billy Danze]
M.O.P. from the hill kid, what you tryin to tell me
Still grippin mo' steel, a machine gun deli
I mention, and flinching, and waitin for you to duck the gate
And sellin shit that I won't tolerate
WSUP?! My whole team's in the house
The gat is 1 5 4 5 not four 5's in your fucking mouth
Same ones, burner on blaze
Fuck a memory, y'all remember me for bustin my thang...

[Intro: 50 Cent sample]
Fix your motherfuckin face nigga!
Look at these fuckin chimpanzees
Bunch of fuckin monkeys...
(Mr. Porter!)
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]
I been shot, I been stabbed
I took all that I have to give
And I never ran, never have
Just so all you niggaz can live
I never thought there would come a day
When my people would turn me away
And it really tears me apart
Cause I deserve a Purple Heart
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me
I, I showed you what a soldier's about, nigga you should salute me
[Joe Budden:]
Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it
The hood know I'm the dude that governed it
Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen
Ain't my fault y'all got stuck in it
Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me
then they hate me; I'm through with shenanigans
I don't care if dudes ain't a fan of him
Can't checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin
Talkin 'bout they wan' go somewhere to meet me
Man they just wan' go somewhere to meet me
Easy don't involve cops in it
Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it?
Bitch!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
21 Rugers
On the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin
Bloody funds is what murder money becomes
21 bodies on all 21 guns
You from the D and you don't fuck with me, you lame
The streets and the internet fuck with me the same
So later for that punk shit
Cause nigga I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit
Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet your lady up
Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up
And I'm in line with the bread
I hold niggaz down doin time in the feds
Pharoahe talk to 'em
[Chorus]
[Joell Ortiz:]
Properly greet a general
I'd have to take steps down to be on a pedestal
I am what the 1-8 after the 7 do
Give it my all but you want more, you lil' beggar you!
Mean it's terrible, I showed hip-hop anyone's edible
Never give somethin that's not respectable
Never spit somethin that's not incredible
Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal
I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy
You don't know me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you
Mean I earned e'ry stripe and you know it
When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it forward
[Crooked I:]
Before shots land on your head and push it forward
Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four words
I organize a street massacre
You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya
Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker
Got niggaz rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa
I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part
Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple Heart
I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham
They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow
Waitin for you to run out and say somethin
Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin
Bloaw! So move now

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
I don't think that I ever changed, ball hard or spark
spliffs
And when I'm in the booth, it's super like Clark Kent
Competition fails to ever place an event
So when I step up to the track, you consider my shit a
Never gonna stop, Genesis is the begin
All about the money, I'm changin' my name to Yen
Swagger so tall, check Yao up in the chin
Stay reachin' for the sky like a nigga can't swim
But I'm on my two and my pivot lookin great
Tell Z to have 'em rolled when I touch down in the
state
Tell them we eatin' well and we never scrapin' plates
Stealin' bitches from they niggas just becuase I like
the chase
Odd Future wolves, full moon, salivate
Look I done made it, the same nigga that you hate
Salutin' the game, pilots all up in the place
Fly niggas do it all, y'all grounded like bad grades
Never said thug, but my niggas will pop
And if it's Louie V or Gucci then my niggas will cop
Wait for the summer, Rolling Papers will drop
And hatin' and speculatin' is the shit that will stop
I'mma go hard, or I'mma do nothin'
Like a beeper in a toilet, bet my shit buzzin'
Hell yeah I'm the shit, just take a whiff, cousin
Now you all frowned up, thought I told you I been
stuntin'
I get my highs and lows like NASDAQ
Spit up addiction and bag that, pass crack
Livin' the life, you lames remain wack
If I ain't gettin' laid, I'm gettin' high and watchin'

Everybody know I, do it
Yall thought he was gone right?
Y'all thought it was over
Let me tell yall something though
When he say EST for life
He mean that shit
It's the return of the underdog
The voice of the people
And he's still 100 words and running
So yall better lace the fuck up
Straight from the mother fuckin jungle
From lions tigers and bears
Now I'm ready to rumble
Yeah the good guy never wins
I'll be humble
Whole city on my back
And I aint gon' stumble
My heart blacker than ethiopean skin tone
Mama shoulda cut her filopeans
Knowing I was gonna be a problem when I get this income
Is kells here?
Man please I been gone
And I'm never turnin back again
Cuz a block wanna trap you in
I done lost too many friends to the streets out here
Too soon to not know what's happenin
Call a taxi in
Get a book read the facts again
Ain't shit about us fancy man
Welcome to the east town
We happy in
And Ima put this mother fucker on the map again
Heroes are remembered
Legends never die
I ain't dyin any time soon
What am I?
The hometown hero
Goddamn it with a legendary flow
And a name that's forever mine
Kells, can't nobody fuck with me
I'm on another level
Aint nobody up with me
... couldnt get you onto my level
And that's cold... company
Everybody I'm good
Yeah and when I step into the biulding
Everybody put they mother fuckin hands up
(Put em up, put em up, lace up)
Yeah and when I come into the spot
All the real mother fuckers gonna stand up
Kells
Who gon' stop me
Who gon' stop me
Underdog of the year
Call me rocky
Underdog of the year
Call me rocky?
Don't act like you ain't copy
Bitch I'm...
You can't knock me
This rock bottom
Who gon' top me
EST be the team that got me
Who gon stop me
You gon stop me?
Everybody get the fuck out
Show me a rapper that you think is iller than me
I bet I pull their fuckin tongue out
Nowadays everybody be thinkin they ballin
I came around and home runned on these players from the
duggout
Yeah bitch what now
Hat to the side
Bags underneath my eyes
Got me lookin like I'm strung out
Can't even get outta bed
Without a pair of original chucks laced up
Then we lookin to run out
Nigga who will run out
Every show and every single city I step into
All the... people come out
Every single stage I'm on
Ima dumb out (?)
Yelling EST untill I blow a lung out
And that's why I love my fans
I swear my fans are my fam
Took it from the bottom
And we never goin back again
Lace Up Cleveland's on the map again
Kells
Yeah and when I step into the biulding
Everybody put they mother fuckin hands up
(Put em up, put em up, lace up)
Yeah and when I come into the spot
All the real mother fuckers gonna stand up
Kells
Who gon' stop me
Who gon' stop me
Underdog of the year
Call me rocky
Underdog of the year
Call me rocky?
Don't act like you ain't copy
Bitch I'm...
You can't knock me
This rock bottom
Who gon' top me
EST be the team that got me
Who gon stop me

Uh huh, yea, uh uh, what ya want from me?
Uh huh, yea, Half-A-Mill, y'all know
First don, yea, uh huh, holla
[Verse 1]
Legendary don, cherries flowin in Parion
Platinum Champaign glass yea thats Half-A-Million
Lay back, laughin at these rap new jacks
Yappin 'bout how they slung a few cracks
and touch a few stacks
use to come through on the max
now all of a sudden you sealed out
crew cat, now you shoot back
Fake ballers, let Mill show y'all where hoop at
Get real, here I come head for the hills
Nigga my ooz strap, my first single is Rata-tat-tat
Kill every nerve in you, action packed you might need plastic bag
I mack hoes like hack-a-sack jack
spit tight flows, 23 inches on on the white Rove
They tryin to hear you oversize chips
On my right lobe, oversize clips light oversize spiffs
put my oversize dick 'tween your bitch oversized lips
Five or six, no matter what you whip
You ain't fly as this
[Chorus: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X**
From the Range to the Rove to the Bentley Coupe
Back the V-12 for being buggy niggaz salute
We be them Mill-i, pretty thugs guns we shoot
So when you see us don't say "wuttup" niggaz salute
[Verse 2]
Fuck you starin for? frontin off in front of camera floor
My name Milli, chicks feel me like brand new soar
I make a brand new hall maybe like brand new eloar
If niggaz wanna front dawg I got the brand new four
I pop a cannon off, lay you in brand new floor
I ain't tryin to play you dawg, I just spray you dawg
Live motivator, why's is hole in paper?
no respect for the dead send my guys to hold your wake-up
French fries ass, cheese burger frontin like you fly ass
Words on the street you bitch niggaz gon' die fast
So I advise you hop on your CL K and drive fast
No set-ups then I just wet-up your dry ass
Act like you fed-up, "ok, uh huh, shut up ass"
Street vet, heat rep show you how to develop cash
Hella stash, keep the Calico on hella blast
Hella stash, keep my Calico on hella blast
[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]
[Verse 3]
I got no love, thats why niggaz got no liver
Let the fed figure why you got thrown in the river
I'm thorough bred put the extended metal to your head
Chicks say I'm a sex symbol, pop you like your next pimple
Your righteous? I'mma step to your Temple
Cut your legs off dawg leave you walkin off thimbles
Now hop over the candle stick dick lets see if your nibble
I'mma like an evil Hindu, Knievel, Willy's 6-50 through
Illmatic, Bill Matic, peel ratchets, still at it
Most of y'all niggaz is still faggots
Open up your ass cheek you prolly leak ill maggots
Real madness, thats why I keep steel for you bastards
In the Million Man March against me -- get a million caskets
I'm hear to spark niggaz and piss on your ash's
Retaliatin be the next thug missin in action
Whoeva want it they can get slugs I'm dissin off Magnums
[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]
[Outro: Half-A-Mill]
Mill Latin, uh hu Ali Baba, yea
what, street fathers, yea

[Verse: Domo Genesis]
I don't think that I ever changed, ball hard or spark spliffs
And when I'm in the booth, it's super like Clark Kent
Competition fails to ever place an event
So when I step up to the track, you consider my shit a win
Never gonna stop, Genesis is the begin
All about the money, I'm changin' my name to Yen
Swagger so tall, check Yao up in the chin
Stay reachin' for the sky like a nigga can't swim
But I'm on my two and my pivot lookin great
Tell Z to have 'em rolled when I touch down in the state
Tell them we eatin' well and we never scrapin' plates
Stealin' bitches from they niggas just becuase I like the chase
Odd Future wolves, full moon, salivate
Look I done made it, the same nigga that you hate
Salutin' the game, pilots all up in the place
Fly niggas do it all, y'all grounded like bad grades
Never said thug, but my niggas will pop
And if it's Louie V or Gucci then my niggas will cop
Wait for the summer, Rolling Papers will drop
And hatin' and speculatin' is the shit that will stop
I'm a go hard, or I'm a do nothin'
Like a beeper in a toilet, bet my shit buzzin'
Hell yeah I'm the shit, just take a whiff, cousin
Now you all frowned up, thought I told you I been stuntin'
I get my highs and lows like NASDAQ
Spit up addiction and bag that, pass crack
Livin' the life, you lames remain wack

[Verse 1 - Jim Jones]
Louie belts with the guns still tucked in em, whats up
New cars, bad bitches gettin fucked in em, nasty
My “Billie Jeans” got 30 thousand bucks in em,im loaded
He’s a “get money nygga”fuck with em
Til the FEDs come after us,
Vampire life, true blood….Dracula,
I double park cars and back traffic up,
You can hear the fly b-tches say “He actin up!”
Yeah bytch, I always stay actin up,
I’ll have you and you girlfriend both lappin up, listen
And then she dropped it like it’s hot and tried to back it up,
I fukked her brains out and then I told her I’ll get back at her,
We drank Rose til we laughed it up,
Treat b-tches like Ferrari’s…gas em up,
She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump,
Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Camron]
The Aston…had to rag it out, paper plate tag it out,
Bottle after bottle, Vado wit me and Snagz is out,
So the cash is out, you know what that about,
I need you “ATM” ma….A$s To Mouth,
Then “MTA”….Mouth To A$s,
The handcuffs on you….Alcatraz,
So run with the kid, it’s coke in the house, guns in the crib,
One to your lid, under a bridge, “And my dudes fukkin with me!”,
And forget what you heard, get you a bird, and hit up the curb,
I lit up the herb, I’m sick wit the words, “Man, who fukkin wit me?!”,
I’ma treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B,
“Bum, Diddily, Diddily” yeah I sell “Heavy D!”
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Juelz Santana]
Catch me drivin the Phantom like it’s a sports car,
2 door, drop head, top less, sports bra,
Red bone passenger and she ain’t got on no bra,
No panties….freaky….nasty….porn star,
I be at the club ballin….All-Star,
Wit more bottles at my table than a Sports Bar,
It look like we at a “Champagne Campaign”,
We do the damn thang and you wont do a damn thang!,
2 steppin, bytch I got my new Airs on,
I been fly since a baby….I was “Air Borne”,
Lookin at me is like lookin at a Lear fly,