| I think I’m ready to do some type of report
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| Tell me whatcha really want
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| Look at how lovely (Mark Ron)
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| What they don’t know (Rhymefest) it’s bout to get ugly
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| From the East to the Midwest
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| Lemme tell ya how we do it here
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| (It's 'bout to get ugly)
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| You know we shot till I die
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| And I’m lovin' the spot
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| But when I’m up in NY they say the clubbin is hot
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| They say
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| You could meet a broad
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| Take her home on the spot
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| And that broad could get a broad
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| Bring 'em home and just watch (Yes!)
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| They say Club Cheeta'
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| That’s the place where all the niggas gettin' shot in the face
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| We can hit central fly
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| Long as the chicks is fly
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| I need some head no time to waaaaaste
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| Who that DJ be
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| They said Ronson
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| Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson
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| That Midwest attitude gettin' 'em respondin"
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| Talkin bout «Ohh his accent is so charmin'»
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| Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go
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| Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe
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| Looked around the room
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| I ain’t see no Negroes
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| Like ahhh «niggas don’t listen to techno»
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| Slow it down now, we goin downstairs
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| They got the Cristal
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| They got the lounge chairs
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| With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby)
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| I know its everyday for you
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| I ain’t from round here
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| Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
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| What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
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| What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
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| Right now it’s gonna get ugly
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| Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
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| What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
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| Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
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| Right now
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| I’m dancin with this chick, right?
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| Music hard got her ass jumpin all night
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| DJ throwin' out that’s right (No shirt on)
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| Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? |
| (oooohhhh)
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| Hold up
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| Where the hell he get that mix
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| White boys goin' wild doin back flips
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| Playin rock n' roll
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| Mixin' with the black shit
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| M.O.P AC/DC
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| That’s it! |
| Keep it goin'
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| Now its Rob Zombie
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| I never liked rock n' roll
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| But now its gon' be
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| Blonde hair blue eyes
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| Kissin gold chains
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| I’m Mos Def
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| She the queen of the stone age
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| Rhymefest
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| I’m the king of my own age
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| Get your motor running
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| Head out on the highway
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| The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit
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| Should we dance?
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| Hell nah, start a mosh pit
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| And let 'em know we just
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| Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
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| What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
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| What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
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| Right now it’s gonna get ugly
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| Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
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| What they don’t know it’s bout to get ugly
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| Tell ya right now it’s bout to get ugly
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| Right now it’s gonna get ugly
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| Tell me whatcha really want
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| For me to miss my plane
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| Stay in NY and do it again
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| Tell me whatcha really want
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| Rock stars, electric guitars
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| Baby who’s pullin' your strings
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| Tell me whatcha really want
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| The DJ in the booth
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| Thinking that we not playin the truth
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| With the hard rock, hip-hop
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| East to Midwest
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| Mark Ronson’s on the cut
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| And my name is Rhymefest
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| (Right now it’s getting pretty ugly)
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| (Riiiiight now,)
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| (Doin' it again, Doin' it again, Doin' it again, Doin' it again now
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| (Going to get ugly right now,)
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| (I can’t, I can’t help myself…)
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| (*continued vocalizing*) |