[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities? [kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga
(music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya")
[sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks
[bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long?
*bizarre farts*
[sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though
*bizarre farts again*
[sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear
(Eminem:) Its sh*t like this I kick To these rich white kids Who just might see How f***ed up this sick life is Whoops I did it again, didn't I? My sh*t, it's harder to figure out Than what Britney's tit size is I probably pissed you off again, Didn't I b****? Grab Christina Gaguilera, Kiss my grits Do you know How many sh*ts I give, I wish I did So I could quit giving these Twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just kissed Justin She just f***ed Ben Got tit f***ed And d*ck sucked him If Affleck can get His as* licked How come I cant, sh*t Goddamn b****, I'm rich, I can't understand this Are those pictures I made Of us together on the Internet As close as I'm ever gonna Get to hitting her from the back Sh*t, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when He's plugging lethal In his f***ing as* Just gimme one more chance, Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you f***ers Know what time it is F*** your jewellery my records Almost diamond b****
* (Eminem:) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music
(Bizarre:) Eminem doesn't like *NSYNC, Well I do So f*** him and the Backstreet Boys too Whateva happened to the Cast of different strokes? Gary's broke, Todd snort coke, And then an overdose I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent Two helicopters to get me I'm up early with my hair curly Me and Mr. Furley f***ing Lavern and Shirly
(Kuniva:)
A lotta rappers are Livin' in la la land That's why I let's my dogs Out on the baha men As bad as the life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass To beat up my dad My whole family's country, My grandmother's old-fashioned She keeps asking me why I rap with a honky But granny I'm a flunky, I could be a junkie I could be hangin' with the Hoochies outta the club scene
(Kon Artis:) For all the indpendent Women in the house Show us your tits and Shut your mother f***ing mouths
(Proof:) Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston the sh*t she's usin', Jesse Jackson, Reverend scandal, Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell Pee-wee hermans, Peep show places, Public restrooms, Beat those cases
* Repeat
(Swift:) Your mom and dad Probably mad at us, We did turned their kids Into little body snatchers They like where I'm from, We don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want Niggas 21 to carry guns? It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme When you work, you ain't Gettin' paid for that overtime It's only music, Media know it, But they blind I ain't in your life so stay The hell up outta mine And you're the reason Why Princess Diana ended up dying You people get offended, I don't care (Stop cryin') Tryin' to get us to leave 'Cause what we say Just ain't playin' But holdin' me back from What I say just ain't me
(Kon Artis:) Now what's these parents So mad for? (Your music is bad) For teenage kids who drink more Than Ted Danson in cheers Carson drinks beers, We all fart and piss and Cuss out our b**** (Smoke the Ritz) I still do the same old sh*t, I don't jump in front of a Camera and say no sh*t When they ask me About my sarcastic-ness I just slap them, Turn around and ask them this
This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up (Kuniva:) If you a loud mouth Trying to wild out And we see just How you laying And we peep your style out (You a punk) When you chilling out in Front of your truck And get stuck
That's how niggas Get f***ed up
(Proof:) No love at home With your in-folks And the world just keeps F***ing with your mental And all these kids making fun Of your trench coat
That's how students Get shot up
(Kon Artis:) Hating on us but You come to our show (F*** them niggas) I crowd surf and you let me go Oh no Whip your as* when I get off the floor Just so you know though
That's how haters get f***ed up
(Swift:) When the police pull you over And sh*t and find ganja Now every month They checking on your piss They getting mad 'cause You ain't come back since And now they sweating you
That's how P.O.'s Get f***ed up
(Kuniva:) When your mans hook You up with a b**** Over the phone And when you see her She ugly as sh*t (God damn) Now at the end of the date She want a kiss And some d*ck
That's how blind dates Get f***ed up
(Proof:) Say we got a real crew With a lot of skill And only one nigga in our crew Make the dollar bills Y'all fools just mad 'cause Y'all ain't got a deal
Local rappers talk too much
(Kon Artis:) You don't like this pain But you roll with punks Manage to trip the alarm And you all get stumped Cops got AK's Y'all only got pumps That sh*t's just dumb
That's how Cruzzie Got locked up
(Swift:) When your as* Wanna walk in the club But 'stead of telling you to wait The nigga wanna Push and shove (move) They get trampled from The niggas you brought So move over
That's how bouncers Get f***ed up
(Kuniva:) When you get your guns
Outta the stash And gather all your homies up To go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finished Y'all run out of gas You better haul as*
That's how drive-bys get f***ed up
(Proof:) Mixing weed with the brew Extacy and Kalu, Gasoline fumes Nitrous balloons Acid tablets and magic mushrooms
That's how D-12 Get f***ed up
(Kon Artis:) I like your records But my album aint dropped Dr. Dre's my favorite B**** get off his jock Got a backstage pass And I need to get off Wanna meet da-da-da Doc?
That's how groupies Get tossed up
(Bizarre:) Drop outta school Take drugs and molest sl*ts Got your girlfriend Sucking on my left nut Your parents don't like me, But guess what (what)
'Cause Bizarre don't Give a f***
(Kuniva:) Chokin' your wife all in Front of your peeps She toss a brick through The window of your Jeep They back together By the end of the week That's so sweet
Slim and Kim argue too much
(Proof:) Invite a h*e to your house While your b**** is out Now you got the d*ck All up in her f***in' mouth Pull it out And then you bust off On her favorite blouse
That's how Clinton got caught? up
(Kon Artis:) Steal cars, wreck bars, Got f***ed up beyond Recognition, walk in 50 Clubs like we stars Our mission every day is Just to smoke bongs And f*** b****es
That's how Runyan Ave. is cut
(Swift:) When your life wasn't raised up right See your mother coming home With different niggas every night And then you run in to The one you don't like So get the f*** off
That's how step-dads Get f***ed up
This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up
This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up
* I've been so many places, I've seen so many faces But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple hillls! I've climbed the highest mountain, once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple hills
Yo, yo Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of lawsuits inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by six people and five I hit (oops) Aww shit, I started a mosh pit Squashed a chick and lost her foster kids (ahh!) This room make me hallucinate Then I sweat 'til I start losin weight 'Til I see dumb [shit] start happenin Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again So bounce, bounce, come on bounce I said come on, bounce (ahh!) Everybody in the house doin mass amounts (me!) To the women in the thongs with they asses out (oh) We don't bullshit, better ask around D-12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is crashin out Help me get her on the couch 'fore she passes out Come on!
Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs wrestlin Elton John Heh, hey Von you see me steppin on these leprechauns? It gotta be Tums, the Exlaxe is gone Ya I took them all dawg with some parmesan And I think my arm is gone Naw it's probably numb Young, dumb, and full of [cum] And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue Scary ass it was a false alarm You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on? Yo stop actin stupid You so high that you might wake up with a guy on some new shit (eww!) Yeah I think I did too much (uh-huh) I think I got the runs (uh-huh) Well theres Pepto and Tums - watch out, here it comes!
* repeat
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out and date each other Some-, somethin, some'un, some'un, some'un Hop hills, hills I hop Hop two hills on stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought it was +Incredible+ and killed the +Hulk+ I wanna, roll away like a rollerblade Until my eyes fall back and I'm scared for days And when I'm, over weight and my golf ball broke No okey-doke, I'm packin my nose with soap {*cough cough cough*} Am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ahh, poor baby, born by [whore] lady Now I'm payin child support.. (it's your baby!)
I take fo' shots at one time And I don't need no chicks when I'm swallowin mine (Hey, you got any room?) In Bizarre's hash back? And we can't go far cause our car has flats Why the hell you people think I rap? Because my mother taught me how to reach contracts And if you got catch, then hide it soon (Swift, chill) I'm just tryin to get bi like you! (eww!) And I don't give a damn if they any room (uh-huh) Mean, crude, the hell with you two (uh-huh) I only need three blunts and I'm cool I just copped some and I'm goin back soon
* repeat
I'm at rave lookin at babe, like she want it Gin and tonic demonic, body smell like vomit Looney crazy, chubby sexy, dope-headed guy Whip cream, dirty mattresses, wanna try? (c'mon) Blue hills, golden seals, got Bizarre, actin ill Drugs kill (yeah right) - chick, I'm for real! Shut your mouth you dirty girl, you know you want me in your world Ladies please don't fight; Bizarre's here on ice!
* repeat
Dirty Dozen, eighty of us, Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out and date each other Some-, somethin, some'un, some'un, some'un
Translation So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha! Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass so the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin him I'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lost Stingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin [Swifty] Bitch it's too late [Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains
I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetrator Degradin, creatin murders to kill haters Accused for every crime known through the equator They knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gators My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an' I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*} With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose You never hear me say, "Forgive me" I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, Brigade laced it You hidin, I make the president get a facelift Niggaz just afraid, handin me they bracelets Chillin in the lab wasted I'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the mic Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site And even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight
Chorus: Eminem
*So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shit Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick
[Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired Jackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire (Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer? Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired Fuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire iron I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip My DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. Lettin the record skip.. Lettin the record skip.. (Damn!) I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortin It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion {*dog whines*} Some bitch asked for my autograph I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom
[Proof] Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack Weed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass that In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats At a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gats Be your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-ped The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack Run your motherfuckin pockets, ASAP I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's Born loser, half theif and half black Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at Bitch smacker, rich rappers get they Jag jacked and found chopped up in a trash bag
[Kuniva] We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yell cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace Gruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlums I grapple your adam's apple until it crackle Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you Get executed, cuz I'm a "Luni" I got a "Yukmouth" and it's polluted I cock it back then shoot it I love snatchin up players thugs and young ballers Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers Brigade barricade to bring the noise While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo A big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.." I leave ya face leakin, run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachin Take a swing at the deacon
[Kon Artis] I used to tell cats I sold weed and weight I was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shake I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent with the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in water In cahoots with this nigga named Carlisle Von who got fired from UPS for tryin to send you a bomb (Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they funds Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's 'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough
* Repeat
[Eminem] Haha.. suck my motherfuckin dick D-12.. Dirty motherfuckin Dozen Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands Bizarre kid Swifty McVeigh The Kon Artis The Kuniva Dirty Harry Haha, and Slim Shady..
Music reality sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psyche If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for a joke you smokin crack Before I do that I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down run myself in the ground 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryina smack this one out the park five thousand mark Ya'll steady tryin to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothin but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass just twist me off See me leap out pull the piece out fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now bitch let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish leap Yo slim you gonna let him get away with that He tried to play you you can't let him 'scape with that Man I hate this crap this ain't rap This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip hop with real life when the music stops There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you woulda tried The only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide I have died clinically arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy Got drunk then I finished he I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man son of sam, bitch I'm surgical I'l allergic to dyin you think not you got balls We can see how large When the music stops I was happy having a deal at first Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg When u ain't got nothing left but ur word and ur balls N ur stress full of cause Of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out Checking for ur record when its selling When it aint that's the end no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then Damn U slam into the wall and u fall Out the car trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow wonder if they would even call when the music stops Let's see how many of your men loyal When i pull up looking for you With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode With red stuff i'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how u shot it like a coward bullets devour you showered you Niggars if i was u niggas i'll run while given the chance Understand i can enchance the spirit of man Death itself it can't hurt me just the thought of dying alone that really Hurts me u ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life fuck the tour and the mic I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife deliver that shit the coroner's like You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night When The Music Stops Instigators turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors Ya'll don't want war you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose The more ya'll breach the more I moves This hell street this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels Or make the news betcha all ya'll move When the uzi pop you better drop when the music stop Music's changed my life in so many ways Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now i'm in jail 93 was strictly R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson who go tell me i'm Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking Presilla at night Flying down sunset smoking crack Transvestite in the front Eddi Murphy in the back MOP had me grindy and griddy Marilyn Manson i dyed my hair blue And grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now i'm in the hospital Broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head i'm going in shock I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops
[Intro] I told ya′ll mothafuckas I was comin back What now nigga what now what You′s the projects nigga
[Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off
[Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I′m dropped in the club And I′m tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (nigga what about your wife) nigga fuck my wife I′m tryna run and save my mothafuckin life Oh shit the shoot is comin Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin People shot all over the floor And I′m tryna make it to the ?? door Thats the sound of the glock Even DJ ?? fucked around and go shot I done messed around and forgot my tec I don′t see no body but Fab Five and Hex
[Verse 2- Kuniva] (Kuniva you aight) These niggas is trippin (Where′s Bizarre at?) I′m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggas is wilin Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin This chick is clingin onto me sobbin and sighin Sayin she didn′t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin But its real and cats is gettin killed So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield And she got hit now she yellin (Don′t leave me!) I told her I′d be right back and the dumb bitch would leave me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late
[Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off
[Verse 3- Swifty] (nigga I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?) I′m on seven mile what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and my tire is flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) Iono but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitzubeashe (sp?) wit (Shit thats the clique we beefin wit I swear) Man and I was on my way there Believe me I′m leavin a carcus today I′ma park my car and walk the rest of the way I′m in the mood to strut, my AK ain′t even tuck I′ma meet you at the club we gon′ fuck these hoes up
[Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off
[Verse 4- Eminem] I never seen no shit like this is my life before People will still camp out from the night before Sleepin outside the door waitin in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshalls no, the venue′s too small People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans And some come walk from out the parkin lot Get into an argument over a parkin spot He′s about to pull his gun out and let′s a few of ′em off Missed who he′s aimin for six feet away′s the door In St. Andrew′s hall not a stray slidin all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face another one of ′em came through the wall Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off I′m posted up by the bar havin a Mozeltoff Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off Thank god I′m alive I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on him Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre Nah I guess not, what the fuck oh my god it was I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him haulin ass I think he left his wife There she is on the ground bein trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can′t pull her God damn there just went another damn bullet I′m hit My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin If I get hit again I can′t do it, I scoop deep Follow Bizarre′s path and ran through it And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps Looked up and I seen Swift shootin it out But I can′t see who he′s shootin it out with But Denaun′s right behind him squeezin his four fifth
[Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off
[Verse 5- Kon Artis] It′s Friday night came to this bitch right Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right I ain′t come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight Although I can′t stay here to fight cuz I′m poppin niggas tonight Thats right bitches I′m drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here so its clear that this fucka Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothafucka So one shot for the money two′s to stop the show Third′s for the bartender there′s plenty of shots to go (I just wanna know who′s drivin a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece
[Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off
[Chorus - Obie] Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough You're standin' tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball You'll never touch my ball
[Swift] I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin' And I don't even care who the hell you call in In this game, it ain't no talkin' You can get it started, I nail the coffin And all I here is "get your man up off him" So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin' And I ain't gotta prove you nothin' I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons
[Bizarre] This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit So I played my position and don't make a move Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm ready Hike, give the ball to Nelly And nobody out there feels me Take this 'fore you have to kill me And any player in my way, I'm foldin' Damn it, call holton
[Chorus]
[Dr. Dooom] Football, Football, I love football Yes, tres, dos, uno Everybody cuddle...blah, I mean "huddle" I just stepped in a mud puddle, rebuttal! Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek?? Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly That didn't work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre Run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on? On 5 and our timeouts are gone Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god dang high, that he's trips Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips And runs the ball all the way down to the one But he don't get in, but all we need is a put ??? But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten God dang it! I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again! Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth down We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea Quick, everybody get naked! Denaun go long! I'ma throw the bomb! c'mon! how they gonna tackle you with no pants on?! Butt out, haha! touchdown! yeah I told you It's the longest yard
[Chorus]
[Kuniva] The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks High steppin' through the end zone I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone It's time to rumble, no time to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest Three time offenders, even drug dealers One of the best runnin' backs there never was Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust
[Proof] Yack is high, I got the highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us No matter how big they flyin' backwards Wide reciever, recievin' wide For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die
[Kon Artis] Defense is playin' a pass Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43) That means that its time for me To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell My tracks burn turf when they excell I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof He got dropped and the ball came loose And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero I can use this pose for a box of cereal I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio For bein' the best player on my team what As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut I do one run, run, the screen go run run Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!) Then I do the ninety shuffle so
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[Kool Keith] Footballs I'm talkin' about footballs dude!!
