| See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town
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| So I had the music up and was runnin’around
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| Singing to the beat of my favorite underground
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| Song at the time, let’s just say it was MURS
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| I was rappin’in the mirror, I was knowin’every verse
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| I was doin’my thang until the doorbell rang
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| It was my homeboy Shock, a mellow type of fellow
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| That I knew from up the block, he walked in and said:
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| Yo, what’s the deal MURS? |
| First things first, you couldn’ta hit me At a better time, them four cars behind me, they with me All women, all dimes, the redhead she’s mine
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| She wanna hump me, yo that’s my brother Humpty
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| What’s up yo? |
| Pardon me, but I gots to go, where the bathroom at?
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| Y’all got liquor? |
| Come on, Trina! |
| Yo this house is fat
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| 'Ey cat, you wanna hit this? |
| Oops I shouldn’ta did that
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| I’ll clean it up before your folks come home, yo where they at?
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| Man I don’t believe you brought this nigga man I heard about his ass
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| The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. |
| Class
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| It’s not that he’s dumb, he’s just wild and he’s ignorant
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| Known for gettin’mad drunk and gettin’all belligerent
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| Man I’m sick of this I shouldn’ta told nobody
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| I mean three’s company, but four cars makes a party
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| Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad’s Rolls
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| 'Cause it’s outta control, this bitch is taking off her clothes
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| Is your dad’s Rolls blue? |
| 'Cause I got bad news
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| Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool
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| Turned the water grey, I would stay and help you clean up But the neighbors say police are comin', I’m bout to G up
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| Beep, beep, beep! |
| Yo, I’m back MURS, where should I park it?
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| I brought the whole strip club with me, we bout to spark it My girl urled in your backseat, but yo it’s cool
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| We got weed and some shrooms, is it cool to use your dad’s room?
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| It’s risky business, man what is this?
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| I’m caught up in a twist, and I’m tryin’to fix shit
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| It’s risky business, man what is this?
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| I’m caught up in a twist, now I’m tryin’to fix it What you mean my dad’s room? |
| Nigga is you crazy?
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| And what’s up with them glasses, what’cha eye kinda lazy?
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| Anyways we gotta clean that shit up out the backseat
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| But first what’s up with that blonde, you think she
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| likes black meat?
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| She said she was a virgin to the brown, never splurged in the town
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| But she’s down, 'cause you got her all moist, like the Rolls Royce backseat
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| 'Least I can do is help you clean it up cousin
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| What time is mom and dad comin'?
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| Yo, why y’all bein’responsible and shit? |
| We gotta hook up We tryin’to get these chicks upstairs, see what we can cook up One of them got their toes blue, coochie shaved, so cool
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| My nose tryin’to be with those when the doors close fool
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| Exactly. |
| Fuck the backseat I’m tryin’to smack cheeks
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| Until they turn reddish, and satisfy my fetish
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| Lay back and get some lettuce (Humpty: Yo, what’chu mean, head?) (Yeah)
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| That’s what I said, then call it a wrap (Shock: But what about your parents?)
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| Well, they never called me back, I guess their flight got delayed
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| So we got time to get layed, ayo Hump could you watch out for that white
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| Escalade?
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| (Humpty: Did you even have to ask?) Well since you’re on the task
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| I’ma head upstairs and get focused on some ass
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| And if I start to scream, do your best to ignore me If my parents come in, just tell them the Burger King story
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| Just keep 'em entertained until I finish gettin’brained
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| (Humpty: Hello Ms. Connor, he’s gettin’drained) And the name is Elaine |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Risky Business, artist - Murs. Album song The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп