Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up to No Good, artist - Louis Logic. Date of issue: 11.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Up to No Good |
| I was born with a sick morbid addiction for the disgraceful |
| More than a bit tormented with a love for the distasteful |
| Sick fables told in a rhyme, disabled most of the mind |
| I had, with my mom and dad threw me out the pad cause i got so into wine |
| Kind’a had a lust for the hazardous stuff they just didn’t like |
| Made 'em mad at us when we grab our nuts and had to cuss when they give us mics |
| Sip again, its like it did what spinach might do to a sailor |
| In the right mood I’ll invite you to bite Lou’s genitalia |
| Ever had your walnuts crushed, let a rapper call us nuts |
| Better have your balls tucked up tight if you like your draws uncut |
| You get your mic cord unplugged quicker than you get a ticket when you double |
| park at a shop that sells doughnuts just a couple cars from a cop |
| I love to start with a scotch, or another hard liquor shot |
| Even when a fella swig a lot you can never tell if I’m lit or not |
| My, does it hit the spot when I trick a cop with a itch to lock me up |
| Probably just cause J and I got a little too much hiphop in us |
| It’s a little bit devious, and a little ingenious |
| When your CD is teaching kids the meaning of what a heathen is |
| The devil wan’na get a piece of this but I won’t let 'em |
| Still Heavens had it for the grievances I bet I don’t get in |
| I’m a, little bit wrongdoer, but a bit like righteous |
| Still scribblin' my songs through the midst of a midlife crisis |
| They tellin' me that I’m the nicest but as much as folks would |
| They seldom mean how my life is I been up to no good |
| Malevolent resident, turned decadent president |
| Ever since Heaven sent me into a saloon full of bad medicine |
| J jettison beats through the board, bangin' time, reach through the chords |
| Like a modern day Edison who had invented his own Frankenstein |
| And made a rhyme way better than the rest of the rap rejects |
| Three steps ahead of the pack and destined to have respect |
| For incredible raps and tight shows, two devilish cats you might know |
| For craftin' more unforgettable tracks for the brats than Tyco |
| They thought he was a psycho cause he likes flows in a 3−4 |
| And writes prose with his eyes closed while he drives home on a detour |
| Scourge of the police force on the run with a cold twelve-pack |
| Stupid and drunk and doin' a hundred and one with no belt strap |
| The ruinous one Louis has come tell that to our governor |
| I’ve taken the track to Hades and back and hell had to turn the oven up |
| Truth is they hated the rap music has greater impact |
| On views than the mistruths on the evening news so the devil’s takin' it back |
| It’s a little bit devious, and a little ingenious |
| When your CD is teaching kids the meaning of what a heathen is |
| The devil wanna get a piece of this but I won’t let 'em |
| Still Heavens had it for the grievances I bet I don’t get in |
| I’m a, little bit wrongdoer, but a bit like righteous |
| Still scribblin' my songs through the midst of a midlife crisis |
| They tellin' me that I’m the nicest but as much as folks would |
| They seldom mean how my life is I been up to no good |
| I’m gonna teach you to fly |
| We’ve only tasted the wine |
| We’re gonna drink the cup dry |
| I’m gonna teach you to fly |
| We’ve only tasted the wine |
| We’re gonna drink the cup dry |