Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roxanne's Revenge (Re-Recorded), artist - Roxanne Shante.
Date of issue: 09.01.2012
Song language: English
Roxanne's Revenge (Re-Recorded) |
«Roxanne, feel it!» |
Well, my name is Roxanne, a-don't ya know |
I just a-cold rock a party, and I do this show |
I said I met these three guys, and you know that’s true |
A-let me tell you and explain them all to you: |
I met this dude with the name of a hat |
I didn’t even walk away, I didn’t give him no rap |
But then he got real mad, and he got a little tired |
If he worked for me, you know he would be fired |
His name is Kangol, and that is cute |
He ain’t got money, and he ain’t got the loot |
And every time that I see him, he’s always a-beggin' |
And all the other girls that he’s always tryin' to leggin' |
Every time that he sees me, he says a rhyme |
But, see, compared to me it’s weak compared to mine |
A-every time I know that I am sayin' somethin' fresher |
In any category I’m considered the best |
And every time that I say it there ain’t nothin' less |
And everybody knows I will win the contest |
So, then, after that came The Educated Rapper |
His fingers started snappin', and my hands start to clappin' |
Every time-a that I see him, everything he say |
A-every time he says, he says it dumber this way: |
He said-a, «Yeah, you know your mother’s name is Mary,» |
But all he want to do is just-a bust a cherry |
Every time that I see him, he’s sayin' somethin' new |
But let me explain to him what he should do: |
He should be like me, a fly MC |
Don’t never have to bite, we’re always right |
I have the freshest rhymes that I do recite |
And after that, and you know it’s true |
Well, let me tell you somethin' else about the Doctor, too: |
He ain’t really cute, and he ain’t great |
He don’t even know how to operate |
He came up to me with some bullshit rap |
But let me tell you somethin'; |
don’t you know it was wack |
So when he came up to me, I told him to step back |
He said, «You call yourself an MC?» |
I said, «This is true,» |
He said, «Explain to me really what MCs must do.» |
I said, «Listen very close cause I don’t say this every day: |
My name is Roxanne, and they call me Shanté.» |
But every time-a I say a rhyme-a just-a like-a this-a |
It’s something that you MCs just won’t-a miss-a |
And if you think it’s cute-a, and you think it’s all right |
But, see, you said it in a language so you wouldn’t have to bite |
You started talkin' Pig Latin, didn’t make no sense |
You thought you was cute, yeah, you thought you was a prince |
You’re walkin' down the block, a-holdin' your jock |
But everybody knows that you’re all on my yacht |
I’m just the devastatin', always rockin', always have the niggas clockin' |
Everybody knows it’s me, yeah, the R-O-X-A-N-N-E, yeah |
Down with everybody fresh and everyone that I possess |
And every time I do it right-a, everyone is sure to bite-a |
Every time I do it, yeah, you know it is-a me-a |
Rockin' on the beat-a that you can see |
And every time I have a DJ like Ice |
He ain’t right, yeah, he ain’t nice |
Because a-everything he does is off-the-wall |
Compared to my man Marley Marl |
The way he gets on the tables, yes |
Everyone knows that he is fresh |
So, the UTFO crew, you know what you can do |
Lemme tell you one for me, and then I’ll tell you one for you |
Every time you sayin' somethin' just-a like-a this-a |
It ain’t nothin' that I don’t want to miss-a |
And if you’re thinkin' that I’m bitin' your beat |
Well, then you just better know, and a-listen to me |
Because my name is Roxanne-a, and I came to say |
I’m rockin' to the beat-a, and I do it every day |
I’m conceited, never beated, never heard of defeated |
I’m rockin' to the beat-a, and you know it is-a me-a: |
The R-O-X-A-N-N-E-a |
And if you want to play a little game for me |
Lemme show you what you can do, baby |
'Cause with a twist of my cheek, and a twist of my wrist |
I have all the niggas droppin' down like this |
Yeah, I am fly but don’t take this |
And everybody knows I don’t go for it |
So, if you’re tryin' to be cute and you’re tryin' to be fine |
You need to cut it out 'cause it’s all in your mind |
Tryin' to be like me, yeah, is very hard |
You think you are God, but you do eat lard |
Tryin' to be cute, and you’re tryin' to be fly |
Don’t you know you wish you could be my guy? |
So I can take you home, make you relax |
And everybody knows that you’re out there, tryin' to tax |
Like corn-on-the-cob, you’re always tryin' to rob |
You need to be out there, get yourself a job |
Yeah, you’re tryin' to be in search of a Roxanne |
But lemme let ya know--you're not a real man |
Cause a Roxanne needs a man, and yes: |
Someone fresh who always address |
Someone, yeah, who will never fess |
And then I’ll say, yeah, the rest |
Cause everybody knows how the story goes |
There’s no ifs, no ands, no buts, or suppose |
No coke up your nose, no dope in your vein |
And then it won’t cause no kind of pain |
But yet, and still, you’re tryin' to be fly |
I ask you a question, I want to know why: |
Why’d ya have to make a record 'bout me |
The R-O-X-A-N-N-E? |
(«Roxanne, Roxanne, |
I want to be your man |
Roxanne, Roxanne |
And here’s our game-plan!») |