Bout To Get Ugly
(专辑: Here Comes The Fuzz - 2003)
I
think I'm ready to do some type of report Tell me whatcha really want Look at how lovely (Mark Ron) What they don't know (Rhymefest) it's bout to get ugly From the
East to the
Midwest Lemme tell ya how we do it here (It's 'bout to get ugly) You know we shot till I
die And I'm loving the
spot But when I'm up in NY they say the
clubbin is hot They say You could meet a
broad Take her home on the
spot And that broad could get a
broad Bring 'em home and just watch (Yes!) They say Club Cheeta' That's the
place where all the
niggas getting shot in the
face We can hit central fly Long as the
chicks is fly I
need some head no time to waaaaaste Who that DJ be They said Ronson Step in the
club with one hand on mah Johnson That Midwest attitude getting 'em respondin" Talkin bout "Ohh his accent is so charmin'" Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe Looked around the
room I
ain't see no Negroes Like ahhh "niggas don't listen to techno" Slow it down now, we goin downstairs They got the
Cristal They got the
lounge chairs With the
pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby) I
know its everyday for you I
ain't from round here Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Right now it's gonna get ugly Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Tell ya right now it's bout to get ugly Right now most thinking it's lovely I'm dancin with this chick, right? Music hard got her ass jumpin all night DJ throwing out the
pity part that's right (No shirt on) Hey playa what that is, the
White Stripes? (oooohhhh) Hold up Where the
hell he get that mix White boys going wild doin back flips Playin rock n' roll Mixing with the
black shit M.O.P AC/DC That's it! Keep it going Now its Rob Zombie I
never liked rock n' roll But now its gon' be Blonde hair blue eyes Kissin gold chains I'm Mos Def She the
queen of the
stone age Rhymefest I'm the
king of my own age Get your motor running Head out on the
highway The
way this DJ like the
start to the
stop shit Should we dance? Hell nah, start a
mosh pit And let 'em know we just Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Right now it's gonna get ugly Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's bout to get ugly Tell ya right now it's bout to get ugly Right now it's gonna get ugly Tell me whatcha really want For me to miss my plane Stay in NY and do it again Tell me whatcha really want Rock stars, electric guitars Baby who's pulling your strings Tell me whatcha really want The
DJ in the
booth Thinking that we not playin the
truth With the
hard rock, hip-hop East to Midwest Mark Ronson's on the
cut And my name is Rhymefest (Right now it's getting pretty ugly) (Riiiiight now,) (Doing it again, Doing it again, Doing it again, Doing it again now (Going to get ugly right now,) (I can't, I
can't help myself…) [*continued vocalizing*]