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| Lil Jon
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Album: Yeah….2005….It’s my time now…Hit me with that crazy beat dog (beat comes in) The new champ is here They call me , let’s go Verse 1 Haven’t been out the game, haven’t been in, haven’t retired But just like jay, pac, nas and 50 they’ll admire Everything about, how I look, dress, rhyme, and dance It’s my time now throw up your mother fuckin hands I’m a solider (beat stops, then comes back) better yet I’m a warrior Stand up to any motherfucker trying to know ya This is all me, wasn’t always but will be The craziest, looniest, lyrical mind that you’ll ever see I’m hypnotic and funky, funny but not comic My words are weapons, I’m like osma rappin in Islamic The way I put these words together ( ha ha) wanna make a bet Oh yeah, and you haven’t even seen me free style yet You can call me the wizard of oz The way I make people sit and pause And actually listen for a change on what I have to say Up next is the chorus and verse two ok Chorus You know that you can’t ball with what You know that you can’t hang with what You know that you can’t ride with what You know that you can’t fuck with what Verse 2 Rap battle beef man that ain’t nuthin I got a pair of scissors but I just ain’t cuttin It’s like I got a computer but I just ain’t typin In 88 a apple dropped but it just ain’t wripin You think you’re a wicked witch, you think your lines are bright I free styled faster than it took you to write One single rap verse, with your little pen and pad You dress terrible and your rhyming skills are bad But I ain’t just focusing on one single kid in the crowd It states clearly in my job description I’m hear to make the people proud So that’s what I’m gonna do and I’m gonna make the big bucks I’m the great one and I ain’t talking about shooting pucks You could say that I made this song with just pure luck I shoot rhymes so fast you gotta run, duck and tuck Like a navy seal or a high military unit I’m not very original so I’m just gonna scream UNIT Chorus You know that you can’t ball with what You know that you can’t hang with what You know that you can’t ride with what You know that you can’t fuck with what Verse 3 People wanna step to me and be like you ain’t all that good That just makes me wanna prove that there misunderstood Cause I always perform to my best level and higher The competition gets run off the road like a flat tire Or go home with there moms and play a game of tennis I shoot rocks at you with a sling like Denis the menace Getting into mischief, always up to no good When I was little I would write my lines and say that I could Now look at me, I got my first of many hip-hop bangers I’m putting cash in my pocket instead of my goddamn manners When I freestyle I take shots, but most of them misted So then I win and wrap my arm in more ice than a broken wirst So that’s the end of it, it’s time to go and say bye Collect my check, to the bank and then fly All the way around the world in just one day And when I get back, I’ll have another song to play ok Chorus You know that you can’t ball with what You know that you can’t hang with what You know that you can’t ride with what You know that you can’t fuck with what Ha ha ha It’s far from done now I’m just getting started now To be continued PERIOD Ha ha ha
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