Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Lose It, artist - Eminem. Album song Curtain Call: The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
Just Lose It |
Okay, guess who's back, back again |
Shady's back, tell a friend |
Now everyone report to the dance floor |
To the dance floor, to the dance floor |
Now everyone report to the dance floor |
Alright stop, pajama time |
Come here little kiddies on my lap |
Guess who's back with a brand new rap |
And I don't mean rap as in a new case |
Of child molestation accusates |
Ah ah ah ah ah, no worries |
Papa's got a brand new bag of toys |
What else could I possibly do to make noise? |
I've done touched on everything but little boys |
That's not a stab at Michael |
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho |
I go a little bit crazy sometimes |
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes |
Good God, dip, do a little slide |
Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide |
To the center of the dance floor |
Like TP for my bung hole and it's cool if you let one go |
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? |
Give a little poot poot, it's okay |
Oops my CD just skipped |
And everyone just heard you let one rip |
Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance |
Yeah boy, shake that ass, whoops I mean girl, girl, girl, girl |
Girl you know you're my world, alright now lose it |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Just lose it |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Go crazy |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Oh baby |
(Ah ah) |
Oh baby |
(Ah ah) |
It's Friday and it's my day |
Used to party all the way to Sunday |
Maybe 'til Monday, I don't know what day |
Everyday's just a holiday |
Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kind of breezy |
Let the top down and my hair blow |
I don't know where I'm goin', all I know |
Is when I get there someone's gonna touch my body |
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk |
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work |
Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair? |
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out, yeah |
Now what's ya name girl, what's ya sign? |
Man you must be up out yo mind |
Dre, ah, ah, beer goggles, blind |
I'm just tryin' to unwind, now I'm |
Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance |
Yeah boy, shake that ass, whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl |
Girl you know you're my world, alright now lose it |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Just lose it |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Go crazy |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Oh baby |
(Ah ah) |
Oh baby (ah ah) |
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up |
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened |
They say I was runnin' butt naked |
Down the street screamin' "Ah ah ah ah" |
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember |
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty |
They said. |
"Save it, boy we got you on tape |
Yellin' at an old lady touch my body" |
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down |
It's real intense, no one makes a sound |
Everything looks like it's '8 Mile' now |
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves |
Now snap back to reality, look it's B. Rabbit |
Oh you signed me up to battle? |
I'm a grown man |
Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba |
I don't have any lines to go right here so tubba |
Tellytubby fellas, what, fellas, what |
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous what |
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls |
Tall girls, small girls, I'm callin' all girls |
Everyone report to the dance floor |
It's your chance for a little romance or butt squeezin' |
It's the season, just go ah ah ah ah, it's so appeasin' |
Now I'm gonna make you dance, it's your chance |
Yeah boy, shake that a*s, whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl |
Girl you know you're my world, alright now lose it |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Just lose it |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Go crazy |
(Ah ah ah ah ah) |
Oh baby |
(Ah ah) |
Oh baby, baby |
(Ah ah) |
Touch my body, touch my body |
Oh boy just touch my body |
I mean girl just touch my body |