I got a PC, you got a Mac
I'm giving you flak for your AirPort
I read books and you watch TV
You wanna be free to relax more
But when I think about the other people I could see
Nobody else out there could ever make me happy
I wonder how we came to be
The odd couple is what we are in reality
But we are so happy in everything we do
The odd couple is what they're saying of you and me
But we know the feeling that we share is true
Sometimes I want to strangle your neck
Or write you a check to get going
There's only so much more I can take
I made a mistake without knowing
But when I think about the way you little heart beats
When I am holding you and you are holding onto me
I wonder how we came to be
The odd couple is what we are in reality
But we are so happy in everything we do
The odd couple is what they're saying of you and me
But we know the feeling that we share is true
I hope you know that I don't mean you disrespect
I'm just pointing out, although the facts I double-checked
Everyone can see that we ain't two peas in a pod
But maybe that's our chemistry that takes us to the top
I think it's working baby, that's the point I'm trying to make
If I said something else to you then I would be a fake
I wonder how we came to be
I wonder how we came to be
I wonder how we came to be
The odd couple is what we are in reality
But we are so happy in everything we do
The odd couple is what they're saying of you and me
But we know the feeling that we share is true
The odd couple
The odd couple
The odd couple
The odd couple
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yo yo word up!
Look who's back in the joint
It's The Odd Couple in the spot
Ghostface and C-Don, for real!
It's like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. kid, we back y'all!
Yea, for real, for real
(Eh yo, chop this niggas man
It's time for me to splash 'em)
STEP OFF!
Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck
Vest did it up, chop shop it
Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads
Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose
Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose
King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng
Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten
Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain
My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts
I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse
We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild
Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth
On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM
Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things
Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on
John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac
Me and C. Goines, bible material
Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal
Rock you twice, rock your wife
Best known for drives on bikes
Tell your man to stop sendin me kites
We Tigers Woods in the 'hood
The Odd Couple up to no good
Y'all handsome and plus whisper made son
It's like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. kid, we back y'all!
It's like yo the belt is our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas!
It's like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. son, we back y'all!
It's The Odd Couple!
Ghostface and C-Don, for real!
I melt 4-30, hands clustered
I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate
Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork
New York, catch you on the elevator
Catch you for your watch and your Alligators
Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF!
It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange
Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us
Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl
All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage
Come in your state, bust down your gate
Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface
Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don
Crack your jaw when it's on
Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon
Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes
My wife start fillin pits with hoes
Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe
It's like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. kid, we back y'all!
It's like that y'all
Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
W.T.C. son, we back y'all!
Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act when y'all hold somethin, huh?
It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real
The Blair Witch is back yo
(Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!)
Y'all little bitch niggas
When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace
For real!
Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit
Y'all frontin
We let it slide for a couple of years and shit
Yeah, for real, it's like..
OOH OOH
She came from France,
wah wah oo.
She taught me how to dance,
wah wah oo.
She started with the Tango
and then it was the Pogo.
OOH she wore all black,
Me in a white suit, and bowler hat.
We didn't look the same,
But they all knew our names.
Odd couple thats you and me
Odd couple we're different,
you and me.
We watch the fashion trends,
We laugh and joke with friends,
You never see us pose,
this everybody knows.
Me and my girl from France.
We started to romance,
It started with the tango
and finished with the Pogo.
Odd couple thats you and me
Odd couple we're different,
you and me.
Odd couple thats you and me
Odd couple we're different,
you and me.
[Verse 1: J-Love]
Yeah, uh, yo
Let me spark this
I'm already wound up
Let's burn it from the ground up
Turn the fuckin' sound up
Allow drunks spittin' on this underground cut
Come around
It's goin' down like the town slut
Keep your mouth shut
I'm quick to set it
Kid forgot it
I get gas then piss unleaded
Your shits pathetic
Slip before your wigs beheaded
Disconnected and ripped apart like a Christmas present
Flip this record
We can battle on the instrumental
Battle to a quicker tempo
Battle with a pen and pencil
Your girls digits in my pocket
That's coincidental
But if they had a pimp Olympics I would win a medal
I've been a rebel for the most of my life
I go to your show with a knife, start provoking a fight
Jump on stage just when the moment is right
And scream "open the mic"
Your opponent gets sliced
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Out the mouth comes fire
Who ignite the fullest?
Celph Titled feed you lead, make you bite the bullet
Talk imaginary crime stories and get dealt shots
Surprise you with the Kalico and get shell shocked
And Hells hot
You don't wanna get caught there
When it's warfare we suit up and carry fours in pairs
I'll rob a bitch a too
Snatch her purse with the quickness
Not Jamaican but I love to jerk chickens
Niggas disrespect I never keep it on wax
We load up the vans
With soldiers and fully loaded macs
Crashing threw the windows of your crib
Blastin' shots
Wearing Navy Seal suits to look like astronauts
Don't give a fuck about rap
You talking thug shit
Drain your bodily fluids
Now you lack substance
Whether east or west
You bring beef round here
I'll launch a missile to your city till the coast is clear
[Verse 3: Louis Logic]
Ayo you feeling me?
Well get your mittens out my trousers
Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers
You sit around announcers, got nothing to say
Like your girl when I'm standing up and fucking her face
Shit
We take shots like they don't effect us
With more rounds of quarters than bankers and pay phone collectors
I slip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected
As if my dick fits in a slick slip like Lego connectors
Hey don't forgot this
Jay Love & Celph
And J-Zone spit heat like they come from Hell
When I'm pissy I can dump as well
When I'm not, I'm just pissed off
So your two choices are lump or swell
Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch
In a pair of cushion knee pads and safety mats
And lately that's been the reasons they hate me rappin'
Cause my dick disappears in your chicks mouth like baby aspirin
[Verse 4: J-Zone]
Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony (and he talks about is hoes)
I say Zone got a long dick, blow me (mothafucka)
The more y'all hate, the more the money come
I ain't been unanimous loved since I was 21 with Music For Tu Madre
My first LP?
All that critical acclaim?
Shit, I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte
But now I talk trash and bring Hell to the people
You're not a broad or a bank teller... I don't want to see you
Too cheap to go clubbin' (yep)
Too ugly to model (uh huh)
Too broke to drink Cris, but I'll front with the bottle
J-Zone give a dime to record (what?!)
Bitch please, rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers
ARC on the beat (Record Collector)
I, Couple and Celph use your bathroom and pee on the seat
And fuck a holistic hoe
I'd rather have a hoe with lipstick blow on my balls like a piccolo
[Verse 5: J.J. Brown]
Now hold up
You can't have a jam without the engineer man
It's double J. Brown in this bitch, jeah!
I, get into your psyche, don't care if you like me
You pussy, even your lesbo flow is so dykey
Check the level, dump the treble that's the phat G sound
The devil's on a whole new level when we roll through your town
Cause it's the O double D, C-O-U-P-L-E
With J.B. on this banger, courtesy of A.V.
It's hot shit
Ooooh, don't say you is when it isn't
Like jerkin' off with your left hand, our shit just feels different
And "Por Que" you wanna act like you got that pimp shit
Sin-A-Matic heads know that my posse makes hits
I heard you thinkin' drinkin' is some shit that we say
But best believe I leave? drippin' with Grand monyay
Hip hop horray
It's the end for you clowns
And leave your hoe to standing up
[Verse 1]
Don't get your head on the cutter black trees and go against the royal fan
Cuz chopping is easy {??} dissed loyal man
We study under lit oil lamps through the arcade
Beside who's on our side like a new apartheid
Pass down the keys to the fortress
And secrets of cource the release of door bridge
We even got a militsa and {?} deforces
Who feed weed to the horses and leave them where the war is
Of course it's the rulers, Jay Love and Louis
Don't say nothing to us we make punks look foolish
It takes a bunch of fools to straight up amuse us
Wake up you losers, you're ain't nothing to us
Where rockstars are, we locked on wars
With {?} on top of our charge
{?} a collection full hood on a mist
{?????}
We got odd boss that's private, cars with drivers
And chicks who lick sticks {??}
And ever since we was born in diapers we was called "your highness"
And "sir" for alcholic minders
Y'all can find us, in the land of pimps
Where the full hair of chicks who take care of our dicks
{????} terrible fist
And all the other villagers are scared to resist, bitch
[Chorus]
Feh fah foh and a bottle of rome
The Odd Couple don't stop 'till the bottle is done
Move your feet to the beat and march to the drums
We're the kings of this rap shit, majority one
We target the market make a profit and run
And shot kids in the procress with diamonds and tounges
So listen to the explicit content for fun
And stay spitting like we're obnoxious and drunk
[Verse 2]
Wake up the horses it's time to take them to night
You can't challenge the king, lying naked with your wife
Even if your {?} a fight swallowing your pride
And follow the Gods with heineken
Bottles of size like comics that fly fizz out and drop for the sky
Like these two superheros {??}
Jay Love and Loui Logic, the kings of the castle
Bring it to battle and stone you till you sink in a gravel
Swinging and tag you if you challenge my reign
They cut you up and bag you like an ounce of cocaine
No name of the fuckers with {??}
Thrown you over the fence {?} no in a tent
This is a social event for millions to witness
And they got no opinions, an interfear with business
My interest protected, riches invested
And bitch in the kitchen, fixing up breadfast
Listen to checklist is reading in extensive
From a lix {??} to a plot of bitches to have sex with
Chick that striptease like demi in a scence
Got baders and rosebeers like semi in a kime
Many enemy is tortured when we blazing hash
And maked in to in-consciousness to make us laugh
Now rase your glass and toast to the livers, rulers of this rhyme shit
I'm out, sign it of it is your highness
[Chorus]
Feh fah foh and a bottle of rome
The Odd Couple don't stop 'till the bottle is done
Move your feet to the beat and march to the drums
We're the kings of this rap shit, majority one
We target the market make a profit and run
And shot kids in the procress with diamonds and tounges
So listen to the explicit content for fun
[Intro]
Ah, yeah, yeah
This is Louis Logic
That nigga you don't see
Cuz he got kicked out of class (The Odd Couple)
And I brought my other knucklehead with me
My man J.J. Brown
On some bully shit
Bringin heat on the beats
stuffin nerdy niggas in lockers
[Verse 1]
Give me a beat and listen to me
Niggaz'll see I'm like the oilman cause I deliver your heat
I didn't say you were gay, it's just that you're sweet
And catch vibes on the westside of christopher street
It's no wonder you wish you were me
I ain't some type of bitch, who when he takes a piss sits on the seat
That's why all your chickens agree they rather kick it with me
Cuz I suprise em every now and then with mystery meat (boh)
Who's the clever kid who use his leverage as a rapstar to get into a
coochies second lips
Lou's new collections is smooth and effortless
Like 2 screwing, sweaty chicks with lubed apendages
Whoever just is boos and nemesis
Had rather move their settlement away in to a new development
Cuz I'm not too intelligent to stoop to your level
And you're so low down I'm shooting hoops wit the devil
[Chorus]
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not my report card passes
class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
The abott's got detention, jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money
[Verse 2]
Yo, I got sick inch for scotch about a fifth a shot
Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch
Which is not why I never snick a snatch
I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor stash
Jay Love hit the hash like a coffee-shop spatula
My fangs puncture a keg like a malt and hops dracula
That's way I always sleep in the daylight, cause I creep in the late night
Leaving victims leaking like drain pipes
People saying it ain't right
But I can't help that I'm so damn selfish
I got my hands on a female fans pelvis like I'm some bad Elvis
Who's from a parallel universe
Giratin his hips to the dick carousel through the skirts
You know a man you think is rude at first
Give me some room to work
And allow me to introduce the nerd to the dirt
Cuz Lou's the worst type of jerk to dealing with
he'll bruise you first physically then hurt your feelings bitch
[Chorus]
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not, my report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies somebody is always on the run from me
The abott got detention, Jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money
[Verse 3]
I'm like Merlin in a sherlin when I sip a beer
Or a wizard in winter gear who makes a guiness dissapear
quicker than a chicks brazier during foreplay
Or drugdealers when the pigs are here to storm your hallway
Performing all day with Jay and the abott
makin the magic that has addicts celebrating their habits
I've got a cult following, of so many young adults swallowing
So many jameson flasks that it give em adult tolerance
I'm major in classes, on savorin asses
With greater than average curves like antique vases and glasses
And on the day the give me a masters
I traded it faster than you can say vodka for a case of some ??
Some say that a rapper is worth as much as he drinks
Fuck what he thinks that's why I fill myself with suds like a sink
And to my reason ain't gon' get stock on the blink
But that's just one of them things
to give me something to discuss with my shrink
[Chorus]
In the school of hard knocks
We're at the top of our classes
Shit the bullies even kiss our asses
Wether or not, my report card passes
Class-clowns will tell you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies, somebody is always on the run from me
now The abott got detention, jay's on suspension
And myself, I got expelled for snatching niggaz lunch money
[Verse 4]
So who's that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class?
And when the teacher walks by he's smacking her ass
Cutting in the school storeline snatching your cash
Pushing the smart kids ass in the trash
Motherfucker I'm the bully
And I'm coming 'round the corner
I warn ya and now I'm rainen punches down on ya
Y'all better head for the office
Tell them to get your mummy to come and get you
[Intro: Jay Love]
Cuz I've been waiting just to see what's between your legs
[Chorus]
I if I told you I love you
would you get on all four for me?
would you tell your little boyfriend
you're coming on tour with me?
(Cuz I've been waiting just to see what's between your legs)
[Verse 1]
Is it your upperhead or is it the lower?
I've been wondering if you've cut your grass short when you give it the {?}
And since I was hoping that your head would visit some more
I keep my rain forest clear if you're kissing the boa
I'm in a position to show ya, it's mad important
What a cat just sportin, keep your ass for shorting
You don't want to call about her, I'm in the lab recording
And spitting a hairball out like a cat that's coughin
I've seen enough nights between the up-rights
To know how to feed the lovelife to keep your muf tight
I want to see a cut like your in the marine court
Or a burf so shiny like you're swim for a team-sport
Of course your lover means more
And it's enough that I don't have to change exsistent puff
But I'll fix it up a bit....with the bigger than just a scissor-cut
{???} less clip of us
This isn't just to keep the yatch in between your dock
I'm thinking outside girl, I'm not just a bee in a box
You want me to treat your crouch?
Like a pair of lips, what makes you think I wanna share a kiss? {?}
I need a clean cut when you're with me
[Chorus]
I if I told you I love you
would you get on all four for me?
would you tell your little boyfriend
you're coming on tour with me?
(Cuz I've been waiting just to see what's between your legs)
Yo tell 'em Jay
[Verse 2]
First time I've seen her was the day she was hired
Digits exchanged before the day I was fired
Sexual harashment, she {???}
She kept play with her scurf, rasing it higer
Can't tame my disare, she had flame to the fire
Girl, I wanna see how you shave your vagina
I give a good {??} I'm a self-made designer
Plus I eat out, I ain't talking about the dinner
I opened up the window slow, for the wind to blow
And lift up her scurf like Marylin Monrouge
Well I never let her go until we finally bin
In a hotel or motel or holiday inn
well, it's gotta be a sin the way she walks around
The {?} now, the only girl that's stalking town
I'm feeling awkward, the restraining order is out
Just because she got a dim' back in lost and found
I toss around the idea of a heavely puss
I hope she don't have a throwback seventy's bush
She probably got a hip of moustache, snip and snatch
In a land of strip over Brazilian wack
I need a clean cut when you're with me
[Chorus]
I if I told you I love you
would you get on all four for me?
would you tell your little boyfriend
you're coming on tour with me?
(Cuz I've been waiting just to see what's between your legs)
[Verse 3]
If I tell you that I love you would you dance for me?
If I tell you that I want you, you're my fantasy?
I've been staring at your ass, can it last I see?
If I tell you that I need you like the air I breathe?
If I tell you that I've never felt this way before?
Will you tell your boyfriend that you wip me on tour?
Would you {?} me with brains, dress if it gains
have sex in the rain, 'till the questions remains? ('till the questions remains)
[Chorus]
I if I told you I love you
would you get on all four for me?
would you tell your little boyfriend
you're coming on tour with me?
[Louis Logic:]
Jay Love
Louis Logic
Odd Couple
(Porque?)
Call me Felix Hunger, starving artist at-large
Independent entrepreneur, the hardest to rob
Hardest to dodge, till I'm offered a job
So call off your guard
I'm tryna get this loot and buy cars for my squad
We far from the odd, we're a couple of nuts
Cuddlin' sluts, puffin a Dutch and clutchin' up cups
Filled with nothin' but suds so top off the shot glass
I got hash, it top class, I copped it just as a cop passed
I stopped fast, thought about it then I broke north
Slid up to the crib and took my coat off
Took a toke off the chalice in the Odd Couple palace
Thanks to Alice my hands don't have a single callous
I think my style is different from the rest
I'm a spit it for a test and put the critics to a rest
So get it when I'm vexed or else catch when it drops
Either way you'll be like, "No question, it's hot"
I'm the best on the block but understand I live on it
Spit on it, and pay respect to those who been on it
Gin tonic, tonic meet gin, this is my chronic friend
Now that you're introduced we can begin
I spin around like a record until I get dizzy
Black out, stumble up to the mirror and scream, "Who is he? "
I'm busy in the bathroom reminiscin' of last June
I keep talking with' you, but I think I'm gonna crash soon
[Chorus:]
[J-Love:] Why they rockin' ice?
[Louis Logic:] Why they not rockin' mics?
[J-Love:] Why do hip-hop shows turn into boxin' fights?
[Louis Logic:] Why do girls front on you unless you're pocket's right?
[J-Love:] Why 'd I spend my last buck to tip a topless dyke?
[Louis Logic:] Why do heads gotta like
[J-Love:] Shit that's wack?
[Louis Logic:] Matter of fact
[J-Love:] Why they treat hip-hop like it's just rap?
[Louis Logic:] Why do street niggas front aristocrat? You'll get dissed for that
[J-Love:] Why do they get away with murder on tracks like diplomats?
[Louis Logic:]
Before my track is mastered, the sound'll shake the foundations
Crack the plaster, sandstone and alabaster
To knock the fragile rafters from an oak wood roof
'Til the smoke protrudes from the soundproof vocal booth
Truth in the form of a musical song
Is like beautiful porn stars in chewable thongs
Cause heads get off to this, then we send 'em away
With their jaws hanging down like dentist offices
(Porque?)
Sick, demented sorcerers weavin' a spell
Change water to brew, and tobacco to weed in a L
Change a faucet to a beer tap, and fill a Hefty cinch sack
With trees until it's stretched to thin straps
Who got a problem with a bottomless beer
That could make a pessimist smile and an optimist tear?
I'm probably severe as pourin' some scotch in a beer
'Til I'm wobbly and weird
Shit, I hope a hospital's near
'Fore I OD on Old E, and stop my career
Hallucinate, and see little green monsters appear
I run with irresponsible peers, underfunded
Without jobs, living with moms, sleepin' in bunk beds
Drug heads whose lives is unkempt
That never get up from bed before sunset
We're still catchin' dumb heads who try to front fresh
When you're just half of what you could be like a chick with' one breast
