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Last of the Great 20th Century Composers Lyrics
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- Do it Like A Robot
- Meet you Halfway (Keep it on the Alright)
- I Hope I Sell a Lot of Records at Christmastime
- Come Up to My Room
- Kool Keith's Ass
- Bump Your Ass Off
- NYC Cunt
- Year Two Thousand
- Love/Hate to be a Player
- Sex (I Like)
- My Life
- Stinky Cologne
Intro: Last of the Great 20th Century Composers
(C.Kirschner, C. Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Additional dialogue by Ned Ambler.
Astronauts: Ned Ambler, Curtis Curtis, and Janus Lorenzen
Moog Modular: Curtis Curtis Drums/Organ: Curtis Curtis & Concetta
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Do it Like A Robot
(C.Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Moog Modular/Tamborine: Curtis Curtis. Samples/Scratching: Concetta
Bass: Walter Sipser Go Baby Girls: Calicia Briggs, Dahlala, & Leital
Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis & Concetta
I made a wish on Aladdin an imaginary menagerie in Manhattan
filled with robots dancin like Michael Jacksons or Janet Jacksons-- Control
Ms. Princess that's me, Ms. Princess Fuck you if you nasty
Need 411 son just ask me, I'm everywhere you wanna be
Ring the Bell like Atlantic hard wired round the world I make the crowd get
frantic
Let me be candid, I'm pedantic, you might not understand it
I attack but play like Mamet bzz dammit watch your back my brains are
damaged
Bionic lady call me Jaime me and Million buck man we gonna save Slim Shady
I'm Crazy my genetic code programmed for robot mode computer human antidote
MP3 LCD's in my BVD's G3 key snot I sneeze
You forgot--Please I remember every number
Buy 1 thousand condoms at Price Club I'm a member
Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot
Transmission nifty, shift your stick in position in a jiffy
Pop! You missed me, Popcorn maker in my pussy
Like Debussy I kick minuets kicked cigarettes now I make bigger bets than
figureheads
Get down on bigger beds than chickenheads what I said, Head my letterhead
ACDC I'm a metalhead, No strobelight ho but sick in silhouettes
Trained like a track get back exact MIT Lab I'm back
Damn this baby's stacked you want cash I'm Nasdaq
You like that give the pin I'm MAC
I crashed
Mathematical, unflappable never take grammatical sabbaticals
Advance on mechanicals unstoppable I'm topical
Invent new robot shit like butt mixed with popsicle -What?
It's the Babygotbackical
Are you on crack at all? Nah I'm clean squeaky on Ajax
Scratch that I'm on magnets
Doo doo doo do inspect my gadgets
Go baby go baby what! Go baby go baby what! Just do it like a robot
In my stomach, I got a blender, drink lemonade, bend for Bender whims like
Wender
You remember the soda vendor you kicked? Get you in December
Data and matter I'm madder than a hatter I gather
Spin letters much faster than Vanna, bananas
Cut tongues like Mick Jagger when I dabble in anger
C'mon gives me kicks I'm a steel chick
Plastic metal unreal chick/I dig
Numbers and engines sprockets and chrome Benzes
Rhodedendrums shear em with x-ray lenses
Senses/don't have em don't want em-fool
Senseless/ don't argue I am programmed to beat you
Teach you a thing or two
About the 20th Century and the 21-
January 1 be the same shit as December 31
And I'm not the one to put the damper
Go party, drink 40's pee your pants with the Pamper
Clothes in the hamper, dried sticky throw-up mouth sore with the canker
By the power of Grayskull I'm the Master of the Universe
I am money, take this bitch to the banker, I am money, take this bitch to
the banker
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Meet you Halfway (Keep it on the Alright)
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
54321 Pow! That's the time to go that's my spaceship signal
Endorphin morphin rushin for touchin per-cu cu cussion hit it hard hit it
rough
What, I blushed
Premillenial gland kickin, perennial antennial kiss me again
Time to leave exit earth spaceship berth, no more hurt
I'll meet you halfway
I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway to the
sky and the stars yo I'll meet you halfway but baby just smile at me, keep
it alright keep it alright keep it alright, I keep it alright.
Boy you got me trippin, bleeps blip blip blippin
Hard thinkin drinkin heart kickin
Jaw Slack like a Chicken my mission
Trippin me up flippin me pick-pick- Listen
Tick on the clock balls gonna drop I'm gonna stop
Get on the job I wanna rob I'm feelin hot hot
Makin it hot play with my heart give all I got
You wanna clock how long I got -by the end of the song your mouth and mine
be locked
Word I'm not gonna sit in here try n drop how I'm on top
I'm not sweatin here I just want what I want
And let me make it clear how you got it- you got it
It's tricky tricky tricky stomach sicky if you pick me kick me simply cuz
I'm dreamin
C'mon pick me miss me how I'm screamin kiss me nick me hot diggy sick it to
me give it to me
Hand it to me bandit, bandit, be a man
Tuck me undercover lover hover on my planet lover mad habits mad for havoc
gotta have it
Planned it like you never had it, gallavant like elephants-- so so fat
I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway to the
sky and the stars yo I'll meet you halfway but baby just smile at me, keep
it alright keep it alright, keep it alright, I keep it alright.
My walkie talkie's on high for you anytime
For you, but I'm still walkin-- flyin high for you
Frequent indecencies only one like me
Transmittin frequencies only you and me could see, space time infinity
I can see for miles and miles, your smile, I keep my mind beyond
Well I could die any minute
Come up in it a mile a minute
It's imminent and while I'm in it gotta hit it and I mean it
Can I feel it close close-freeze
How's it supposed, supposed to be
Now hot in the most most you'll ever need
Now from coast to coast I breathe
I breathe I breathe I breathe I breath I breath I breathe --I keep it on the
alright baby, keep it on the alright baby, keep it on the alright baby
I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway, I'll meet you halfway to the
sky and the stars yo I'll meet you halfway but baby just smile at me, keep
it alright keep it alright, keep it alright, I keep it alright.
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I Hope I Sell a Lot of Records at Christmastime
(C.Kirschner)
Beat programmed by Prince Paul, Prince Pawl Music (BMI)
Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis (BMI)
Xtra Samples & Scratches by Concetta.
Kids: Alaia and Alatz Ortega
Aww Honey: Darryl & Suede Santa/Add'l. Vocals: Curtis Curtis
Ah yo Santa let's get something clear
I'm half Jewish I shouldn't even be talkin about this time of year
But I'm near tears tryin to fund my record label career
While everyone drinks beer like they at Cheers makin Nintendo bets
on debts from bad rekkid deals for real I'm probably next
I'm here sweatin my ass off, it's July
But by the time this comes out I'll be behind my release schedule and
Mariah Christmas will be sellin out- why?
I never did nothin bad to nobody
I'm still friends with all my Ex's who stole money (Aw honey)
Don't aw honey me/Just give me the money please
One of those cards with a pocket for cash
A big stash or check to cash I'll snatch it before you realize you acted
rash and come at me all mad
I've been good, well pretty good, at least in my mind
Please let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime
I'm too poor to afford life size cut out cardboard of me poured into a size
4 with a floppy Santa hat
On the record store floor
Need ace product placement/Listening Station so while I'm on vacation I got
my face
On Raisin Brans round the nation
I'm impatient need my wax to sell by the cases
Like Mase's in God's good graces I'll be gracious
Just let me retire with his wages
I'm not aimless I wanna be A-list
Hang out with someone famous, then my friends and I would all have someone
to date us
Like Tom Hanks, Billy Blanks, Shabba Ranks or any of the Franks-
Stallone, Purdue, Avalon, or Delanor Roo
Bill Gates too-(Ew!) It's true, all I gotta do is sell through
Go on tour then put out a live record real quick like Frampton or Badu
I got a cold, it's gonna be Xmas soon and I'm getting old
Hi Tower? Hi it's me again, how many units we sold?
You mean we didn't go platinum or like gold?
(Beep beep) Oh-that's my Rolls-
Wait-- I'm on a payphone please don't even try to put me on hold!!
Ok you're all listening to my song that's a good sign
So either you bought it, it's on the radio or your friend is sayin "ha ha
listen to this funny song!"
That's fine
But if that's the case don't even think about the blank tape
Take a date with your lazy ass go to Virgin or Other Music they close late
And in case you don't make it visit my web site blah blah dot com
See old sexy pictures of me, order my record, buy the clean version for your
mom
Santa, just one hit, one seasonal favorite
One tear jerker piece of commercial shit for the ages or just enough to get
an agent
Watch how fast I'd sell out, get the cash get the hell out
Be on VH-1 Where are They Now
Eatin filet mignons by the pound
Round baby, fat and gettin down baby
No need to fit in fancy clothes now baby
Hey get the Camera crews off my grounds!
Call me flash in the pan, the blonde chick who thought she could rhyme
Please, just let me sell a lot of records at Christmastime!
Come up to My Room (feat. Baron Ricks)
(C. Kirschner, B. Ricks)
Produced by R. Alston, C. Ambrose, J. Adkins, C. Kirschner & C. Webster
(BMI)
Guitar: Cezhan Ambrose Bass: Walter Sipser Bark: Louise!
Sit with a loved one for this one. Not recommended for kids under the age of
10.
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Kool Keith's Ass
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
With Kool Keith Girl: Irina.
Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis
Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
I've been thinking about Kool Keith's ass for a long time now
Thinkin about how I gotta get out find out where he hangs out with his pants
down
I know he likes porno stacks and cable, mentally unstable
But that's ok I'll cook dinner then make him dance naked while I medicate
him and clean off the kitchen table
He lives in LA I hate it there but I got big blonde hair so I'll fit in,
visit my Grandma, play her my new CD
And then from there go to Burbank, sit in the studio audience of Jeopardy,
make Keith take me to
Universal Studios, Disneyland, Viper Room, then he'll get in bed with me
I mean, the guy needs a little therapy.
"It depends how much you're willing to destroy my career"
Ha! That's what he says to me? How ya gonna say that Mr. Dr. Doom insane
rat sandwich Dr. Octagynocologist Obscenity
Now he's on Columbia Records I hope it doesn't wreck him, maybe it's better
for where he's headed
There'll be more ladies, Keith's ass, I gotta defend it!
Martial Arts Star Wars bar hoars I keep shot callers
I sleep with all Kool Keith lyric sheets in my teddy bear in my bare arms
I just wanna cuddle up against the bare moon, I wanna spoon
He could sing me "Blue Flowers" in my ear, but maybe this time, it'd be in
tune
Look Keith, if you're listening send me an aol email, I'm a hot female, I
keep it real, representin what?
Your butt.
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Bump Your Ass Off (feat. ChessTBunz, Slick Muffins & Brock)
(C. Kirschner, Riggs-Morales)
Produced by Concetta, Curtis Curtis, and Cezhan Ambrose (BMI)
Strings: Petra Haden, Cezhan Ambrose
Bass/Keys: Concetta Add'l. Vocals: Curtis Curtis
Drums: Curtis Curtis, Concetta, Cezhan Ambrose
Chess-T-BunZ:
Me and my girls were looking for the party
Sippin on Shirls, Cherry 7, no Bacardi
There's that new club in town (the Ass Palace)
Word, and they patted us down
Looked around crazy lights flash fog on the ground
The place was weird and it gets weirder still for real
On the Ceil, I couldnt tell but
Floatin there, a girl in some fake ass Gucci underwear
Naked, gold skin bare
Aint no joke (Did you toke?)
Nah I didnt smoke, she spoke, told us to take our pants off
I'm like Nope! Everyone was trance dancin with their hands up
I still had my pants up But then she go.
Princess:
Sweep your feet with the beat unique get what you really need
Follow the beat faster than Superman speed
Rock the beat shakin the butt on the cuts beat it Billy Jean beat on the
butt
Simon says Get the fuck up /My Pharoah Monchi chi
How you soft and cuddly
Pourin all them big boobed bitches bubbly
Shake funnily /nuff bitch for two chew chew bless you twin boo how they call
me?
Peppermint Doubly
Everybody get up/Take your pants off
Everybody get up/Bump your ass off
Bump bump your ass off
Princess:
Check the panoply, a bubbly butt in the back of me
Cacophony of butt smacks 'n happy cackiling
Ass grappelling All happening while I'm didact-a-ing
Keep practicing
ChessT: What she sayin?
Princess: Stop thinkin, just dig in
ChessT-shake your Big-uns
It's just the beginnin remove linens all the womens
Grab your men 'ns freak like Richard Simmons
No time to be timids Don't limit your image
Get lucky bump at home at your cribbage
C'mon get a move on/Get your groove on
This aint the right song/To leave no pants on
Hit em with a hee haw on the beat ya
Goddamn, nice to meet ya
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Princess:
Alright, it's time to learn a new dance now
Get yourself a partner. Now I want one partner to turn away the opposite
direction
Partner #1 grab one of partner number 2's buttcheeks with one hand
Now cross over the other hand and grab the other buttcheek & now move it in
time with the trumpet
Princess:
Candy cone lick it til it's gone
Kick it take it home smack it Kit Kat
Hang the phone hit that drive it home
When I say it's on then it's on
When I take it home then you best be on, dance c'mon
Body shakin you achin want you all to get naked while I'm makin & takin your
body
Breakin your body wit naughty keepin the party hearty
Hey Smartie roll up your sweet ass and party
Aint nothin wrong House music ALL NIGHT LONG
Go ChesT Go ChesT Go ChesT!
Take a look at who you dancin with
Tell em who you gonna do it with
Tell em I'm gonna do ya!
Brock:
When Brock's in the club
Getting lots of the love
From the sluts with the butts that be stuck on the drugs
I see you on the dance floor looking all stuck
Now you awestruck cuz Brock got pull like a fuckin small truck
Meet me at the bar so we can have a few drinks
Just see how you think and why you actin all stink
Then hit the dance floor after we buy out the bar
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night like El Debarge
Your hips is nice and your tits is all soft
But girl I wanna see you with your pants off
Princess:
Go ChessT!
Poke me mon, all this booty-- you gotta catch it all!!
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NYC Cunt
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
Guitar: Concetta Hand: Suede!
Intro Players: Felicia, Walter Sipser, Louise Crane, Clyde Haygood
NYC Cunt singers: Louise, Hirschel, Clyde, Lissa, Curtis, Amanda Ray, George
CUNT, New York City New York City CUNT!
Whatever
Yo I'll put it blunt if that's what you want
Yo I am a Cunt and that's what you want
You take affront, just shake your butt just shake your butt
New York City? What!
I'm busy, getting busy on the mic, Cause I do, do whatcha like
Jump high, yeah hit that height, Now bounce that ass, just bounce aight?
Ya'all show me love when I step in your club
I'm nasty, I don't care, you bug
Hey check me, fresh candy on the shelf, When I think about me, I touch
myself
CUNT!
It's hot in the city, I'm from New York City
Not Atlantic City no New Jack City
Hey yo Kansas City, I love New York City
Wha? Twin City is my titties
I'm money, put your mouth where the bitch is
Ya'all finished check my sink, wash dishes, Vicious, I'm the CEO see-
You wanna get with me, work for me
CUNT!
Gotcha on lock walk on the block ya'all wanna talk cuz you're ugly I'm not
I got a man (What's your man got to do with me?) --Exactly!
Coutures fight to dress me, SAT scores ain't high to test me
Dow Jones on my ass try and assess me, Steal your shit then do the cop that
arrests me
Rentin the Bentley just to rock Wendy's, Frosty on my Fendi crash into your
Hyundai
Blob of the Bengay put it in your panty so while I fuck you man your thing's
burnin with the Bandaid
Ya'all don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat
I keep my fee so deep I got those motherfuckin Jetson jets on my feet
Ya'll don't wanna mess with me, honestly, they call me the other white meat
I keep my fee so deep so high, I don't gotta finish my rhym--
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Year Two Thousand (feat. John Forte)
(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Concetta Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
Princess Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the millennium
All up in 'em comin off like deep impact in your drawers because
This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look poor
Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick super kicks
You will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minute
Admit it, when you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars,
Marquee stars
Emblazoned up with your name in it
Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space cuz I don't belong here
Not in this place not in this atmosphere
You can take your Palm air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt Conglomerate
Fuck it/ I Don't need to party like it's 1999 cuz by that time, the next day
at 9:00
That kid'll be working for me bright and early
Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me
What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?
Are you where you wanna be?
2G, Kick it off
I was gonna be a scientist with more dough
Marilyn Monroe 2 kids mansion & hi rise co condo mondo
Fresh pond in the backyard
High gates and attack guard
Now look on my card (what's it say?)
Bitch in charge of shit at my big dick day job
I got more leg than any legacy to leave
But I got my head, and peeps and me got plenty Hennessy to pee
Please call Nasa bring my ass back to your planet
See I am something I never thought, never even dreamed I'd be
Princess Superstar
And at 2G When ya gonna be what you wanna be
When ya gonna be what you really want to be?
What did you dream, what did you dream you'd be?
Are you where you wanna be?
2G, Kick it off
(You'll have to ask John Forte the dope shit he kicked next.!)
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Love/Hate to be a Player
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Walter Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
Love Love to be a Player.
I'm in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
Bitches see me, they wanna be me
And all the brothers run to them cuz they can't reach me
For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel
Automatically grab it
Diva Don't fuss believe me, you built like a bus I'm a jump you like Kneival
in a rush. Please
I got a Ph.D a playa hatin degree when it ain't me check me
University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
Alls that so wack/hiphop hits gone bad/ but that brag dag, it's temptin
Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel,
Rock? Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell, smack like
a Bonne Bell
Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
It's Rap gettin tired
Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
You Don't Blowfish? Hmm..Let me finish, I'm a step wit
Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
Damn I did it (what for?)
Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack , need some caramel in the back
And since you askin lick me like Baskin,
Like you Robbin cream/where you been?
Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
Oh no shoot, Hal's gone crazy /Amazing, Grace
Like Jones I'm a giant, Body Y-2-K compliant
Please, I'm ready for 3 grand
Cryogenic freeze, I'm the nations gift for future man
No frozen skeeze jokes, Ya'all shut up
I love to be a Player
I hate to be a Player, worse I hate to relay it
You better run for cover
Last tango with the lover, get the butter
See my vest !see my vest!
Take it off see my chest (Doh!)
I confess boy I'll house you
Break you off a little I'm about to astound you
Always ill on Principal like Victoria
got a pimple shit now I'm borin ya
Braggadacio should just be a font
Tired of players, playa haters, playa songs
It's time to innovate, elevate the music
I can solve a Rubix, bounce my boobies
Can't stop it/constant I'd better get a grip
A-4 You sunk my Battleship
Mackin it but fight back and hit Chaka and the Sleezestacks
We really need that
Time to succumb, drop the "succ" time to cum, put the suck back in make you
cum again
You'll comprehend
If you want to be my lover /stay the fuck away from my friends
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Sex (I Like)
(C. Ambrose, C. Kirschner, M. Linn, W. Sipser)
Guitar: Cezhan Ambrose Bass: Walter Sipser
Drums: Money Mike Linn Vox: Concetta
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
I like Sex. I like Sex. I like Sex. I like Sex.
I like sex in the mornin like sex in the night
like sex in the evenin wanna fuck all night
I like sex in the morning like sex in the day
like sex in the tub pull out the drain
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Said I don't want to get stuck on you
I don't want to talk to you
I'm not feelin all confused
I just want sex cuz I'm loose
C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
Douze Francs, douze francs
CMON!
I already heard your name
And I have always felt this way
I am going so insane
I think I'll have some sex today
C'mon
Douze francs Douze francs!
Do it Like A Robot (Jon Spencer Remix)
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Jon Spencer
Live Drums/Guitar by Jon Spencer
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My Life
(C. Kirschner)
Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta
End Live Drums/Guitar: Concetta Percussion: Curtis
End Bass: Walter Sipser
This is a story from my life see I wouldn't want to lie getting on by with my lullaby
And all a my friends getting high mens holler holler hi all the time
But I can't find no man to love me
Sometimes I get up I'm down I feel deadened hurt headed I'm down so I sweat it
Through my day this ain't the way chained to the desk mess hurt wrists phone fits and post-its
I heard it gonna change but see you in it hard to see the final minute when
the world is yours all yours
I'll get it I mean it And in the evenin, I'm alone
Not by the phone but I'm alone yo
Persevere all my fears try to weigh me down look around my ceilin's peelin
rap deal you feelin I ain't now
Do it myself independent gotta try, no lie/ ain't No Limit kid no Majors
gonna fuck me up right
I just want to sing a song about my life, my life
This is a story from my life see I wouldn't want to lie getting on by with my lullaby
And all a my friends getting high mens holler holler hi all the time
But I can't find no man to love me
I'm sweet like nickel candy debutante on the street what in heat
Caught you haulin at me, mind stallin at me
Need you workin for me, need you talkin to me, not something fuckin on me
What
I'm patient like a doctor got the stock of proper genius hottest Venus
On top I'll stop your heart drop your jaw right to your pe-better heed this
Queen of Mt. Olympus can't resist the goddess honest
The kind you never/always take home to your mamas
Accomplish what no other can treat you like no other man
Understand this mad mind body you ain't seen in a woman
My mommy posessed this passed this on/ dad made me strong played me mad songs growin up
Told me I be the one well I want the one/levels deep and heart drum beat
boom beat boom beat
But complex properties of my mind keep em 10 steps behind /takin mad time to find a guy it ain't right
Worthy of my lullaby it ain't right/ try to keep this shit inside it ain't right it ain't right
All night I can drive you wild, the sex the intellect get respect fuck the cheddar/better bet
I'm the next to get mine find mine it's alright but sometimes it hurts my mind
(CHORUS)
Word to God
I'll be the best girl you ever got, I'll keep it so hot
I'll just never stop
I got the plot locked, I got no guns cocked
And if you with me let me hear you say Nana
I'm sure that this is more than you can handle
This example/ coming from a girl placed high up on the mantle
Hold a candle to it, sick of the predicament
Tired of the bull thick headed, need a sedative to get at it, well I
invented it.
My case in point I would anoint you my prince
Love you head toe to fingerprints all benefits laugh and count all our kids,
make all our bids
Butterfly kiss with our lids/Let's make it come all to this
Gem at the precipice of the palace/ drink from my chalice
Never be jealous, no malice, I'll be your ballast
When winds blow on I'll stand strong
When winds blow on I'll stand strong.
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BONUS TRACK in the VIDEO GAME:
Stinky Cologne
(C.Kirschner) Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis
feat. TJ Tindall and Duke Williams
I enter, take my seat at the bar
Order Hennessy straight up with a straw
Adjust my person so my person looks good
"Look at her, Look at her, Look at her"--I look good
Slip out the benj, watchin the mens, bartend asks for 10's
Don't understand who I am apparently
But that's ok cuz I see someone kinda special
Especially lookin at me
Big brown eyes big brown chest tank top mesh
Gold chains kinda fresh
He checks, he flex, he steps, I guess I'm the WNBA
We got next
The ill figure in the Hilfiger, 10 feet away, I'm about to parl-ay
But wait, what the hell is that, my eyes start to water, big hair falls flat
No need for intros, my nose has met you first
I gotta make a call, I think I lost my purse
Lets play doctor, I'm a be your nurse
Give you a sponge bath disinfect you first
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
That's right I left you you should have known better than to wear that
stinky cologne
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
Damn straight I left you, you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
What's wrong C, yo what's wrong C
It's my gland, I think it's olfactory
I was walkin and talkin, knockin you rockin brew a perfume
Ain't no stoppin Pepe le Peu
Where's my cleanin crew 'cause now this boo smells like you
Sincere, I gotta wash that man right outta my hair
Atomizer traumatizer I'd advise ya wear a visor with a sign or little
lighter
Sayin you'd be wiser to divide up me and my aroma geyser at the diner
appetizers
Hurt incisors, insider tip-don't wear the shit
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
That's right I left you you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
"My baby left me, left me all alone"
Damn straight I left you, you should have known better than to wear that stinky cologne
The moral of the story is this-
You be sprayin this, you ain't playin this
Like Titanic ship, near, far, wherever you are
I smell it, yo step away from the car
Hey Drakkar Noir, peace see ya later
You rode my elevator, I breath like Darth Vader
Just Be. For Eternity. While I Escape your CKB quickly
If there's a cure for this, hell I want it, hell I want it
And if there's a cure for this hell I need it, hell I need it
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