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Hey Mami, You sexy
Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, you beautiful Hey Mami you sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, can I get that number? Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, you beautiful Hey Mami you sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Big hot pockets, feya, ugly Corny, busted, chopped, straight fugly British guys playing rugby Brooklyn boys who wanna thug me Skanky, cranky, foogly, oogly Slammin dudes who wanna do me G'Doonk G'Doonk, skoonky, flavors Bangin, mega hot, dumb haters Country boys and them boys in the city Buy me lunch and make me all giddy Sparkling clean, dirty, grimey and gritty Big muscle men and a little itty bitty Some look so good and some need a little work Some know what they gotta do to make me smirk Ralph, Donna, Marc, and my man Tommy Better go get that girl, Hey Mami Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, You sexy Hey Mami, you beautiful Hey Mami you sexy Hey Mami, can I get that number? Yeah Yeah Thats what they shout On the street when I strut when I walk to the store They wanna turn me out Hootin and hollerin Ring around the collar and This ain't Scores and You ain't wavin a dollar and You better tighten up that game Theres a million other guys tryin to get with us And you all sound the same You should slow it on down papi You sound like a carbon copy I wanna a man whos smooth, got all the right moves But you're just plain sloppy Repeat Chorus |
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from Fannypack - So Stylistic (2007)
And you never heard it like this before
You're gauranteed to come back for more Here we go yo Live and direct The prettiest girls Who cash the most checks Straight to the bank in cars Never walking Looking mad cute And cell phone talking Fellas They all jock my crew The buy us dinner and jewelry And shoes When it comes to attention We're the center They come to my crib And they try to enter I kick rhymes Just for fun Brooklyn, New York Is where I'm from The place I dwell New York City Where girls like us Become so pretty What a pity Your comittee Can't hold a candle to my city We're so pretty Ass and titties The home of Biggie And P. Diddy And you never heard it like this before Throw your hands in the air And wave em like you just dont care Getting down with these sureshot sounds Somebody say Oh Yeah Braggin and boastin Carrying toast and Riding my bike Flatbush, just coastin Money and clothes The latest fashion The center of the world With all the action Champagne bubblin Causin mad trouble and You better feel this song real quick On the double and I'm out smugglin Boyfriend jugglin Making a splash like jumpin in a puddle and... We love fashion Dancehall mashin Whiplashin Mercedes crashin Egg Mc Muffins Stove Top Stuffin My chef, any food It ain't nuffin On the block puffin stuff Like H & R My homeboy Fancy plays guitar Laugh at a joke Hardy har har har Fake IDs get me into the bar Repeat Chorus The beats are cripplin Potato chips I'm dippin in I might take a sip of your bottle of ripple and Grape nurple nipplin Tim Leary trippin in I know you wanna hit it But stay offa my tip in in Studio arrangin People are strange and Where my dogs at You better handle that mange and Going insane and Dealing with my brain and Quick switching lanes then Hopping on a plane then I graduated Teachers hated Tests were graded And overrated I am jaded You debated Unmotivated And rollerbladed Boys Ive dated Some have skated Cheese gets grated Animals mated Bread gets toasted Parties hosted His nuts got roasted But he still boasted Repeat Chorus |
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from Fannypack - So Stylistic (2007)
um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh
um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh walking down the street something caught my eye a growing epidemic that really ain't fly a middle aged lady i gotta be blunt her spandex biker shorts were creepin up the front i could see her uterus her pants were too tight she must'nt own panties that were not in sight she walked right by the poor woman didn't know she had a frontal wedgie a Camel Toe <i>[chorus]</i> um hmm thats right uh huh oh no fix yourself girl you got a Camel Toe um hmm thats right uh huh oh no fix yourself girl you got a Camel Toe girl thats gotta hurt take some time and adjust can't you see people staring and making a fuss could not believe my eyes had to take a second glance is your crotch hungry girl cause its eating your pants do you enjoy the comotion and attenetion it brings the only lips i wanna see are the ones that sing in public putting on an x rated show grossin' people out with your Camel Toe <i>[Repeat Chorus]</i> first day of spring and by the looks of things these girls have forgot how to dress a little quick to wearin pum pum shorts and its causin me much distress whoomp there it is yeha right in the front everybody come and get a good look i can see everything through the panty cling every cranny and every nook you better take a quick minute before you step outside and check the area thats pubic or you'll get your panties all up in a bunch all twisted up like rubic take these words of advice cause its not very nice i wanna put you al in the know girls don't sleep don't let your pants creep watch out for The Camel Toe <i>[Repeat chorus]</i> |
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from Fannypack - So Stylistic (2007)
Me
[Incomprehensible] Do it to it [Incomprehensible] And do it to it [Incomprehensible] Do it to it [Incomprehensible] And do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Those other girls can't touch this (I thought you knew it, knew it) You boys can't get with us (I thought you knew it, knew it) We're the cutest by far (I thought you knew it, knew it) That's why we're celebrity stars (I thought you knew it, knew it) We don't pay for clothes (I thought you knew it, knew it) They give us stuff for free (I thought you knew it, knew it) I would never wear those (I thought you knew it, knew it) All eyes on me (I thought you knew it, knew it) Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Yeah, I gave you a chance (You know you blew it, blew it) You tried to holler (You know you blew it, blew it) You so broke (You know you blew it, blew it) Asked if you could borrow a dollar (You know you blew it, blew it) This punk had some nerve (You know you blew it, blew it) He tried to play me yo (You know you blew it, blew it) It gets me so heated (You know you blew it, blew it) For real though (You know you blew it, blew it) Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Out on the floor (Move it, move it) Up in the place (Move it, move it) Shake what you got y'all (Move it, move it) Kick that, kick that Kick that bass Out on the floor (Move it, move it) Up in the place (Move it, move it) Shake what you got y'all (Move it, move it) Kick that, kick that Kick that bass Out on the floor (Move it, move it) Up in the place (Move it, move it) Shake what you got y'all (Move it, move it) Kick that, kick that Kick that bass Out on the floor (Move it, move it) Up in the place (Move it, move it) Shake what you got y'all (Move it, move it) Kick that, kick that Kick that bass Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it Get up and do it to it ... |
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Um hmm that's right uh huh uh huh
Um hmm that's right uh huh uh huh Walking down the street Something caught my eye A growing epidemic that really ain't fly A middle aged lady I gotta be blunt Her spandex biker shorts were creepin up the front I could see her uterus her pants were too tight She must've owned panties that were not in sight She walked right by the poor woman didn't know She had a frontal wedgie a Camel Toe Um hmm that's right uh huh Oh no Fix yourself girl You got a Camel Toe Um hmm that's right uh huh Oh no Fix yourself girl You got a Camel Toe Girl that's gotta hurt Take some time and adjust can't you see people staring And making a fuss Could not believe my eyes had to take a second glance Is your crotch hungry girl Cause its eating your pants Do you enjoy the commotion and attention it brings The only lips I wanna see are the ones that sing In public putting on an x rated show grossin people out With your Camel Toe Um hmm that's right uh huh Oh no Fix yourself girl You got a Camel Toe Um hmm that's right uh huh Oh no Fix yourself girl You got a Camel Toe First day of spring and by the looks of things these girls have forgot how to dress A little quick to wearin Wearin pum pum shorts And its causin me much distress Whoomp there it is Yeha right in the front Everybody come and get a good look I can see everything through the panty cling every cranny And every nook You better take a quick minute Before you step outside And check the area thats pubic Or you'll get your panties all up in a bunch all twisted up Like rubic Take these words of advice Cause its not very nice I wanna put you al in the know Girls don't sleep Don't let your pants creep Watch out for The Camel Toe Um hmm that's right uh huh Oh no Fix yourself girl You got a Camel Toe Um hmm that's right uh huh Oh no Fix yourself girl You got a Camel Toe |
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When the sun goes down and the freaks come out
Thats when we arrive to make you scream and shout The stage is a castle and we are the queens There's a line outside so you know what that means People got into their cars and came really, really far To see some Brooklyn girls shine like stars You know we gonna tear it up y'all We gonna blow that little house down, call me Mary 'Cause I get things poppin' with my super duper sound Romantical, dramatical, nuclear beats Ghettofied celebrities, fantastical treats Technologically advanced the dance is futuristic Glamour girls rock your world, so stylistic Stylistic, stylistic, stylistic Watcha gonna do when I come after you Better blow your little horn like little boy blue The weekends here and its Friday night Got my nails done and my weave is tight Homework done and I'm out that do Fannypack hoes on the way to that show Cell phone, wallet, keys and my lipstick Jump in the Limousine, so stylistic Pick up my girls in my big black ride Jessibel on my left and Cat on my right We look so good it can't be denied Pull up to the spot time to go inside Get to the club and I twist 'em up Don't want no beef or fisticuffs Makin' heads bob like natural mystic Feelin' kinda nice and so stylistic Romantical, dramatical, nuclear beats Ghettofied celebrities, fantastical treats Technologically advanced the dance is futuristic Glamour girls rock your world, so stylistic Stylistic, stylistic, stylistic Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, common now, now everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Romantical, dramatical, nuclear beats Ghettofied celebrities, fantastical treats Technologically advanced the dance is futuristic Glamour girls rock your world, so stylistic Romantical, dramatical, nuclear beats Ghettofied celebrities, fantastical treats Technologically advanced the dance is futuristic Glamour girls rock your world, so stylistic Romantical, dramatical, nuclear beats Ghettofied celebrities, fantastical treats Technologically advanced the dance is futuristic Glamour girls rock your world, so stylistic Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody Everybody, everybody ... |
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from Fannypack - So Stylistic (2007)
Booty up
Booty down Work that booty all around. Put it in Pull it out Show me what you're all about. Handle this Handle that Partying is where its at Handle that Handle this We make hits and never miss Work it hard Hardly work Gotta make that booty jerk Just say yes Just say no Move your body to and fro Keep it good Keep it tight Keep it going through the night Me and you You and me We can do it constantly Over here Over there Make the people stop and stare This is right This is wrong People bouncin' to this song Go Crazy Get freaky Boys and girls don't be sneaky Big attack Never wack These here girls are Fannypack |
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Betcha didn't know that I'd be back, ya better put down the pipe
Stay off that crack, sober up and get some sense, I'm gonna Take you higher than Manhattan rents better get on up and put it down Party people lets gather around, it's plain to see, I'm Hello B Here to get it started A S A P, I study hard and I pass my tests Never let the haters ever get me stressed, my crews the best And they got my back, my bodyguard Kev may give you a smack But he'll leave you alone if you behave this ain't White Castle But I'm what you crave I need you all to feel me here Guys and girls in the front and rear Knock 'em out the box and jack it up Turn it back around and crack it up Gotta get outta town then pack it up Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up All of my pimps gotta mack it up Cuties with booties better back it up Put 'em on the wall just tack it up Everybody take your hands and smack it up Off the meat rack and off the chain, make you go crazy Make you go insane, it's about to rain but it's no thang Gucci umbrellas I'm openin' gotta change the weather and take a trip A little r 'n' r so I don't slip hop on a ship, better yet a plane Head Down South with no delayin' in a under a day New York to J.A. Take in the sun you know catch some rays back on the jet fly to JFK Gotta do an interview, what can I say, I'm in demand The number one choice here to rock the place for the girls and boys If you know what I mean, I wanna hear you shout Now it's my turn to turn it out Knock 'em out the box and jack it up Turn it back around and crack it up Gotta get outta town then pack it up Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up All of my pimps gotta mack it up Cuties with booties better back it up Put 'em on the wall just tack it up Everybody take your hands and smack it up Photo shoots are a daily thing, people linin' up just to hear me sing If you gimme a ring then I'll be true, psyche I'm too young And you're a damn fool, you better stay in school and get good grades Bag it on up don't wanna catch aids like you wit diseases And other stuff you try to battle my crew but we're too damn tough Powder puff, dandruff, little black hoody girl, huff and puff And blow this house right on down everybody gettin' Krunk In every town, the champion sound control the place Stylistic gals in a rude boy face no time to waste let's get it on Get up and do your thing to this song Knock 'em out the box and jack it up Turn it back around and crack it up Gotta get outta town then pack it up Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up All of my pimps gotta mack it up Cuties with booties better back it up Put 'em on the wall just tack it up Everybody take your hands and smack it up Knock 'em out the box and jack it up Turn it back around and crack it up Gotta get outta town then pack it up Killin' me soft Roberta Flack it up All of my pimps gotta mack it up Cuties with booties better back it up Put 'em on the wall just tack it up Everybody take your hands and smack it up |
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from Fannypack - So Stylistic (2007)
Gotta get down now, all around
Black, white and brown now, all around Check out the sound now, all around All around, all around In every town now, all around Gettin' on down now, all around Check out the sound now, all around All around, all around On the pitcher's mound now, all around Got royal crown now, all around Don't drown in the sound now, all around All around, all around Doo doo brown now, all around You're lost and found now, all around I'm Brooklyn bound now, all around All around, all around Up and down now, all around Fat like a cow now, all around Check out the sound now, all around All around, all around Gimme a pound now, all around Fox and the hound now, all around Break it on down now, all around All around, all around Gotta get down now, all around Black, white and brown now, all around Check out the sound now, all around All around, all around In every town now, all around Gettin' on down now, all around Check out the sound now, all around All around, all around |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
Keep it up, let's go
Move it like you know Keep it up, let's go Move it like you know Keep it up, let's go Move it like you know Keep it up, let's go Move it like you know If you want more Keep it on the floor I said, if you want more Then we're here, you can't ignore Let's go now, you want more Keep it on the floor I said, if you want more Then we're here, you can't ignore Let's start some ana In this man or girl Just a wanna dance a Can I get a oh no Baby, shake it like a cold Getcha weight up, throw it down Yeah wassup, I get around Keep it tight, every night Come on, get me feelin' right We got the top choice girls and boys Everybody makin' noise Beauty brains insane Style and poise This is it, handle it Break it up, dismantle it So put it back, take it out This is what we're all about Keep it up Keep keep keep it up Let's go Keep it up Keep keep keep it up Let's go Keep it up Keep movin' movin' Keep it up Keep movin' movin' Let's go Keep it up, you know what's up Lemme see your pimp cup Lincoln and Myrtle too Got more shells than turtles do Don't ask why, don't think Hit the floor, bring me a drink If you blink then we'll be gone Think you got it dead wrong This the song you sing to You know what we been through Rip another venue Then we gon continue To tear it up, wear it up Decibels just blare it up Don't you cry, don't weep it up Everybody keep keep keep it up Keep it up Keep keep keep it up Let's go Keep it up Keep keep keep it up Let's go Keep it up Keep movin' movin' Keep it up Keep movin' movin' Let's go Let's do it now, turn around Get off like a wedding gown Let's do it now, turn around Get off like a wedding gown People on the pitchers mound Turn it up and lock it down Fast ball, curve ball Working on your nerves y'all In the mall or on the block This is how we gonna rock People in the front And people in the back People everywhere There ain't no turnin' back Cut you slack, I think not This is your only shot Derelicts and hard rocks Keep it up because you got to Keep it up Keep keep keep it up Let's go Keep it up Keep keep keep it up Let's go Keep it up Keep movin' movin' Keep it up Keep movin' movin' Let's go If you want more Keep it on the floor I said, if you want more Then we're here, you can't ignore Let's go now, you want more Keep it on the floor I said, if you want more Then we're here, you can't ignore, let's go now |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes BK is you wit me New York City Everywhere else you can suck up my titties Eat a Big Mac and go to hell In an old bucket fuck it yo it ain't hard to tell That we got this party on smash Now we gonna put you on blast Written in my shit list you dead last Face look like you did a hundred yard dash In a 90 yard gym you look busted Bootleg tap a keg spread it like mustard On my buns always fun Got other girls out on the run Scared and they lookin' like they saw a gun Maybe they did they boyfriend's crib That's where I woke up this morning 'Cause he said that you boring Don't like him anyway he was snoring You can have his ass back while I'm out touring Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Yo Brooklyn, yo Bronx, Manhattan, yo Queens Staten Island, yo Jersey and everywhere in between yo Holla if you broke or an English bloke And if you know what I mean seen Baseball bat in the back seat Of Matt's black car and I travel far Much further than you witcha Metro Card Betcho ass is on welfare That's okay so am I, psyche Still gonna put my thing down tonight One time for your mind five of a kind Look at all the people look how they lined up At the door they want more I bring grams to the crackers like s'mores Say oh no, say hell yeah, oh no, hell yeah Now bust shots in the air Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes I got a big ass wad of nothing in my pockets Still my fans get me high like rockets At the show here we go Backstage underage and I drink it slow Oh my God what's the matter? We get hot sex served on a platter Nick nack paddy wack givin' Matt a boner So much paper but we ain't stoners Go'n get wild for the night Don't act like a child tonight yo Fancy got me dancin', you take off your pants and You get rude in your underoos So so moved by my rap haikus Yo what the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck you think we came here to do huh? Shake yo shit shake yo shit Do it, do it like this, can you handle it? |
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Us girls, be needing dances too
Us girls, sexy dances from my boo Us girls, we like dances too Us girls, boy I thought you knew What the deal son, how you feel son Get down in front of me and kneel son I wanna feel one, steal one We can burn rubber and peel son Champagne room, me and you Now here's what I want you to do Get down slow, set it on back Putcha fine ass down in my lap Work it around, now gimme a thrill Let me know now, I'mma grab an' feel You gettin' me worked up for real The price is right, so let's make a deal Relax, sit back, ah yeah You do it on my lap Like that, ah yeah You dance up on my lap Sit back, ah yeah You dance up on my lap Like that, ah yeah You do it on my lap Same lap time and same lap channel Workin' my control panel now You could do it once, you could do it for a change In the hooptie, in the range In the friendly skies up, up in a plane Or on a locomotive, choo choo train Got a diamond in the back, move it up top Work it all around and don't you stop This a really, really good, kinda deal we got I sit down in my lap, you hop Stickin' me with friction, makin' me hot Searchin' my body like a dirty cop Relax, sit back, ah yeah You do it on my lap Like that, ah yeah You dance up on my lap Sit back, ah yeah You dance up on my lap Like that, ah yeah You do it on my lap Pardon me, sir but can I please get a dance Straight up grinding, no romance Twenty bucks, what the hell, I'll take a chance Let me help you outta those pants now Start off slow, okay Here we go, okay Faster pacin', oh yeah Conversation, no way Can I touch it? Why you look so shook? Can you put the cranny inside the nook? Can you finger through the pages like a book? Can I have the twenty bucks back that you took? Relax, sit back, ah yeah You do it on my lap Like that, ah yeah You dance up on my lap Sit back, ah yeah You dance up on my lap Like that, ah yeah You do it on my lap |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
Ooh ahh baby aww she gaw yeah
Tell me how you like it so far baby pa I thought I thought I saw some good putty tat by the bar But when the light hit him yo I was like nah Put the needle to the record when I'm gettin butt naked I like your microphone do you mind if I check it One two yeah I like the way it sounds No feedback I need that turn your ass around Ding dong is anybody home I'm like King Kong on a throne in Rome I don't have a car yet no rims of chrome No diamonds no pretty stones Just a dresser drawer filled with broken cell phones But I didn't pay my bill so no dial tones But I don't care hey people get loud Jump on the stage can you hear me now? Step step uhh Like that Gonna get set up Ooh ooh come on are you movin yet Step that all my bodies gonna get that Feelin good let's do what your body should I always wanna punch people wearing Von Dutch Trucker hats oh lord I hate em so much But anyway let's just get it back gutter Dirty ass street shit make to me shutter With anticipation gotta stop wastin Time let's go we can all catch a case in Federal court cause I'm better at sports Spend the weekend in Wisconsin at a cheddar resort Spend cheese and g's with the greatest of ease Rude girls no thank you no please Got no kinda manners got no home training Gettin so wet you would think it's raining Took a trip to Spain and points beyond The prince took me to an opera but I just yawned Spawn of the devil but I chill in heaven Get my forties and blunts from Seven Eleven I wanna drop top poppi poppi Chop shop poppi poppi Matt cock it back in the hotel lobby now We rip shows in other continents You rob Mickey D's for condiments you should Send your man my compliments Your pillowcase is where the condom went Are you tired you can catch your breath Or there's something you'd like to do instead Uptown and downtown Ugly people be quiet now Everybody bring the ruckus Corner crack slingers and redneck truckers North Cackalacka South Cackalacka Make some f***in noise for Fannypackalaca Smack all you b**** ass backpacalackas 1 2 3 4 5 comin atcha |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
Pump that, pump that
Yeah, I want that Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that Uh, I want, you want We wanna do that Uh, I want, you want We wanna do that It's alright, it's okay You gonna pump our gas someday On fire all night Make it hot like great white I don't know if you know Okay, here we go Time to make it really hot Pump it, give me all you got We pump, you pump Dump trucks blow the trumpet Puppy doggies wanna hump it Oh well, what the hell Never ever kiss and tell Butterscotch on the crumpet People, let me see you pump it Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that I'm sorta like trump And you my apprentice If you don't pump, you fired And you got a life sentence in purgatory What's yo story? Why'd you have to go and bore me? Cheers normy, pour it for me Weather's gettin' stormy like a hurricane in the rain Ready percoset go when I kill the pain Tell me what's good people Real sugar never equal No artificial flavor No, I can't do you no favors First you gotta sign this waiver Suck up on this lifesaver Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that Pump that, pump that Yeah, I want that For my down home cats My smokin' home grown cats Totin' chrome packin' gats Brooklyn to hackensack Act a fool, but do it right Keep it in the trunk, tonight Gon' get drunk, tonight Puff a lotta skunk, tonight |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
Get your top down money up
Pinkie rings be trillion cut Down to make some bucks but I'll shut up you silly sluts Now you all know how we get down Don't wanna make you look like a clown Every city and every town Tootsie roll now doo doo brown Now boo yaa kaa b'woy lick a shot At my grill boy gimme a lot Beats that'll make your party hot People be sweating up in the spot Buggin' out to the words that I spitted Cute throwback on with the fitted Benz outside all custom kitted You ask whodunnit well bitch I did it Everybody get it twisted Everybody gotta get it twisted Your grind is on and your freak is too Just grab the boy that's next to you Pull him real close and call him boo That's the way that players do Everybody's drinking I know whatcha thinking You got my lights all blinking Sweat til your t-shirt's wet and stinking Big rims big ride Big ass trucks is parked outside Sky is clear my rear is wide Boys and girls all coincide Gettin stuck gettin truck If you came too late then you shit outta luck Chickenheads lemme hear you cluck Back to the hotel so we can HEY!!! Everybody get it twisted Everybody gotta get it twisted Twist off twist on Word up Cameo yo word is bond Concorde when I cross the pond Get Benjamins like Goldie Hawn Casio not rollie wristed This is where we get explicit Navigator or Bravada Let's all go back to the Ramada G5 or the Escalade Hotel on wheels when I wanna get laid Backseat leather just gettin sprayed Quarter in the slot in my arcade Only hits be gettin played Don't have a clue but I get Kay Slayed Brooklyn to Miami Dade Holla if you gettin paid Everybody get it twisted Everybody gotta get it twisted |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
Brooklyn Brooklyn had to say it twice
Shoot the gift like a pair of dice Nice on the microphone device Only eat the black beans with the white rice Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick But your wack rhymes always make me sick You're such a trick and I'm a nice treat Can't tell you twice go take your seat Just feel the heat that we generate You can't compete we beat you out the gate You're one day late and a dollar short Now I'm gonna tell you all the things I bought A golden blimp and a submarine A laundromat and a club in Queens Fannypack is Saks and you're a shop that pawns But hey homegirl keep on Brooklyn the borough of kings Where three little birds got thorough with things Had school all day and shows right after Interviews provided you laughter Work and school can be real hard Haters steady tryin to pull my card But I keep my cool yo and I carry on The road to riches unpaved and long Miss Suthiwong is on the job When money gets low it's time to rob A record label for the cash advances Take that money like I'm taking chances Matt just dances and we leave the spot With all the crisp new money we got You might get shot if your hear me wrong Mind your business keep on Step step ya'll freak freak ya'll Gotta move til your knees get weak ya'll Imma make you scream like Howard Dean Know what I'm sayin uhh know what I mean Make the mercury rise cause I'm the real queen Then all the boys bust outta they jeans cause I'm Smooth like silk on the hot popcorn and I Get butt naked like the day you were born Movin' out and lookin' in Say a little prayer cause I know you sin In the last two years yo I made some moves Toured the world and I paid my dues Second album so you know the steez Just drop the top and feel the breeze Stacks of dough that you can't sleep on Come one everybody just keep onet's go |
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from Fannypack - See You Next Tuesday (2007)
I'm still takin the train and
My metro card's empty The windows of the stores when I walk by tempt me I was on MTV but I don't have a Bently F*** it in my pockets I barely gotta twenty Dollar bill but I go to shows And make you holla still I gotta pay my bills and it's not like Prada will I go to the check cashing spot Will I always be a have not Never gonna live in no lavish spot Always gonna live at home with mom and pop Shop at Old Navy and Payless I'm just tryna be honest that why I say this Hopefully radio plays this I doubt it though Yo pass that Olde English Yeah I be rockin the discotech Every single night no self respect Sometimes I feel like I party way too much Premieres openings and shows and such but What else is a girl to do Go home by myself at 2 In the AM I'm sayin I'm not playin I'm doin the same stupid shit and it's day in day out I know that there's gotta be a way out But I keep drinking and I just stay out At the hot spots with superstars and the hardrocks I wish that I could disappear to the boondocks Why not, maybe I'll hire me a pilot To take me away to the shade and I'll stay Get a slice at Ray's like we did when we was kids Something's gotta give real soon but it's not this On the real I be hatin myself sometimes I know you do too but it's okay sometimes I'm tryin to escape the grind sometimes It ain't gonna get better if I do some lines so Enough with the parties and bullshit I go to the parties and bullshit It never gets better when I do this shit So stressed I wanna get up and quit It's like maybe tonight's the night and Maybe if I socialize I'll feel alright but those Never seem to be the best laid plans Never did I dream I'd go to foreign lands I just Wanna lay in creamy sands Doing nothin all day with my dreamy man maybe Buy that house across from the projects So I can stay trading gossip like stock tips It's not at the after party It's not in the hotel lobby It's not in magazines And It's not even in my dreams The things that I need Ain't in the vip Dont know what it is It's definitely not this |
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from Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle (해롤드와 쿠마) by David Kitay [ost] (2004)
um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh
um hmm thats right uh huh uh huh walking down the street something caught my eye a growing epidemic that really ain't fly a middle aged lady i gotta be blunt her spandex biker shorts were creepin up the front i could see her uterus her pants were too tight she must'nt own panties that were not in sight she walked right by the poor woman didn't know she had a frontal wedgie a Camel Toe <i>[chorus]</i> um hmm thats right uh huh oh no fix yourself girl you got a Camel Toe um hmm thats right uh huh oh no fix yourself girl you got a Camel Toe girl thats gotta hurt take some time and adjust can't you see people staring and making a fuss could not believe my eyes had to take a second glance is your crotch hungry girl cause its eating your pants do you enjoy the comotion and attenetion it brings the only lips i wanna see are the ones that sing in public putting on an x rated show grossin' people out with your Camel Toe <i>[Repeat Chorus]</i> first day of spring and by the looks of things these girls have forgot how to dress a little quick to wearin pum pum shorts and its causin me much distress whoomp there it is yeha right in the front everybody come and get a good look i can see everything through the panty cling every cranny and every nook you better take a quick minute before you step outside and check the area thats pubic or you'll get your panties all up in a bunch all twisted up like rubic take these words of advice cause its not very nice i wanna put you al in the know girls don't sleep don't let your pants creep watch out for The Camel Toe <i>[Repeat chorus]</i> |
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| from Fannypack - So Stylistic / The Theme from Fannypack [ep] (2012) | |||||
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| from Fannypack - So Stylistic / The Theme from Fannypack [ep] (2012) | |||||
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| from Fannypack - So Stylistic / The Theme from Fannypack [ep] (2012) | |||||
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