eBay Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Poodle Hat

Yeah
A used ... pink bathrobe
A rare ... mint snowglobe
A Smurf ... TV tray
I bought on eBay

My house ... is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay

Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner's old toupee)
They had it on eBay

I'll buy ... your knick-knack
Just check ... my feedback
"A++!" they all say
They love me on eBay

Gonna buy (a slightly-damaged golf bag)
Gonna buy (some Beanie Babies, new with tag)
(From some guy) I've never met in Norway
Found him on eBay

I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, what ever'll please ya
As long as I've got the dough

I'll buy ... your tchotchkes
Sell me ... your watch, please
I'll buy (I'll buy, I'll buy, I'll buy ...)
I'm highest bidder now

(Junk keeps arriving in the mail)
(From that worldwide garage sale) (Dukes Of Hazard ashtray)
(Hey! A Dukes Of Hazard ashtray)
Oh yeah ... (I bought it on eBay)

Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
Wanna buy (a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre)
(Found it on eBay)

Wanna buy (that Farrah Fawcet poster)
(Pez dispensers and a toaster)
(Don't know why ... the kind of stuff you'd throw away)
(I'll buy on eBay)

What I bought on eBay-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y




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Genius In France Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Poodle Hat

I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But I'm a genius in France (yeah), genius in France, genius in France

Hoom chaka laka
Hoom chaka laka
Hoom chaka

I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
I got a negative number on my SATs
I'm not good looking and I don't know how to dance
But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence I am still widely considered to be
A genius in France, a genius in France, a genius in France

People say I'm a geek, a moronic little freak
An annoying pipsqueak with an unfortunate physique
If I was any dumber, they'd have to water me twice a week

But when the Mademoiselles see me, they all swoon and shriek
They dig my mystique, they say I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Par-ee, I'm the chic-est of the chic

They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret
And when I'm sipping on a Perrier
In some cafe town in St. Tropez

It's hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait"
"Sign my poodle, s'il vous plait"

Hemenene humenene
himenene homenene
Poodle... poodle...

Folks in my hometown think I'm a fool
Got too much chlorine in my gene pool

A few peas short of a casserole
A few buttons missing on my remote control
A few fries short of a happy meal
I couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel

Instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel

But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants
Yeah, I'm the guy every French lady wants
And if you ask 'em why, you're bound to get this response
(He's a genius in France! Genius in France!)

That's right
(He's a genius in France, genius in France)
You know it
(He's a genius in France, genius in France, genius in France)

I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur would you take ze picture with me?"

I say, "Oui, oui"
That's right, I say, "Oui, oui"
"Oui, oui"
He says, "Oui, oui"

I'm dumber than a box of hair
But those Frenchies don't seem to care
Don't know why, mon frere
But they love me there

I'm a genius in France
Yeah, I'm a genius in France

Gonna make a big splash when I show up in Cannes
Gonna make those Frenchies scream
"You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!"

Like a fine Renoir (waa), I've got that je me c'est quoi (quoi!)
Like a fine Renoir (ooh la la), I've got that je me c'est ...
Quoi quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo-we-oo
Quoi quoi quoi quoi quoi, oo-we-oo

Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy
Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy
Bow

[snort]

I'm a taco short of a combo plate
But by some twist of fate, all the Frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men all faint and the women scream
They like me more than heavy cream

When I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy
My oh my, I'm as French as apple pie (apple pie)
They think I'm awful witty, a riot and a half
When I tell a stupid joke, they laugh(haw haw haw haw haw)
And laugh (haw haw haw haw haw haw)

People in France have lots of attitude
They're snotty and rude, they like disgusting food
But when they see me, they just come unglued
They think that I am one happening dude

Bowm ba ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm
I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball
But they like me better than Charles de Gaulle

Entre nous, it's very true
The room temperature's higher than my IQ
But they love me more than Gerard Depardieu
How did this happen; I don't have a clue

Well, I'm not the quickest tractor on the farm
I don't have any skills or grace or charm
And most people look at me like I'm all covered with ants
But I'm a genius in France (yeah), genius in France, genius in France

And I'm never goin' back, I'm never goin' back
I'm never never never never goin' back home again
I'm tearin' up my return flight ticket
Gonna tell the folks back here where they can stick it

'Cause I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back
I'm never goin' back

The girls back home never gave me a chance
But I sho' 'nuff got them Frogs in some kinda trance
And I'm aware that it's a most improbable circumstance
But "Great Googily Moogily", I'm a genius in France

Every Frenchie that I meet
Just can't wait to kiss my feet
Get in line, pucker up! Tout Suite!

Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy

I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower

A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left
A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the left

I'm the biggest dork there is alive
My mom picked out my clothes for me 'till I was 35
And I forgot to mention
I'm not even welcome at the Star Trek convention

But the Frenchies think
That my poop don't stink
I'm a genius in France

Say, would you pass the Grey Poupon?
Merci beaucoup


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White & Nerdy Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

They see me mowin'
My front lawn
I know they're all thinking
I'm so White N' nerdy

Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Can't you see I'm white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy!
I wanna roll with-
The gangsters
But so far they all think
I'm too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
Really, really white n' nerdy

First in my class here at M.I.T.
Got skills, I'm a Champion of DND
MC Escher that's my favorite MC
Keep your 40
I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin to the contrary
You'll find they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Steven Hawkings in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
I got people begging for my top 8 spaces
Yo I know Pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a whiz at minesweeper I can play for days
Once you see my sweet moves you're gonna stay amazed,
my fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
There's no killer app I haven't run
At Pascal, well, I'm number 1
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat but I gotta soldering gun
Happy days is my favourite theme song
I can sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent in Java Script as well as Klingon
Here's the part I sing on

They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I'm
white n' nerdy!
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Can't you see I'm white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy
I'd like to roll with-
The gangsters
Although it's apparent I'm too
White n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
How'd I get so white n' nerdy?

I've been browsing, inspectin'
X-men comics you know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket
I must protect 'em
my ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shopping online for deals on some writable media
I edit Wikipedia
I memorized Holy Grail really well
I can recite it right now and have you ROTFLOL
I got a business doing websites
When my friends need some code who do they call?
I do HTML for them all
Even made a homepage for my dog!
Yo! Got myself a fanny pack
they were having a sale down at the GAP
Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap
POP POP! Hope no one sees me gettin' freaky!

I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour creme
I was in AV club and Glee club and even the chess team!
Only question I ever thought was hard
Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard?
I spend every weekend
at the renaissance fair
I got my name on my under wear!

They see me strollin'
They laughin'
And rollin' their eyes 'cause
I'm so white n' nerdy
Just because I'm white n' nerdy
Just because I'm white n' nerdy
All because I'm white n' nerdy
Holy cow I'm white n' nerdy
I wanna bowl with-
the gangsters
but oh well it's obvious I'm
white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
Think I'm just too white n' nerdy
I'm just too white n' nerdy
Look at me I'm white n' nerdy!


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Pancreas Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Oooh oooh oooh ee-oooh oooh oooh
Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh-oooh oooh
Oooooh

I'm always thinkin' 'bout it
I don't know what I'd do without it
I love, I really love
My pancreas

My spleen just doesn't matter
Don't really care about my bladder
But I don't leave home without
My pancreas

My pancreas is always
There for me
Ahh-oooh

Secreting those enzymes (bap bap bap)
Secreting those hormones too
Metabolizing carbohydrates
Just for me

Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba
My pancreas

Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba ba
My pancreas
Ba-ba ba ba-ba ba ba ba-ba ba
My pancreas
Ooooooh

My pancreas attracts every other
Pancreas in the universe
With a force proportional
To the product of their masses
And inversely proportional
To the distance between them

Woo woo woo woo

Don'tcha you know you gotta
Flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice
Flow, flow, into the deuodenum

Won'tcha
Flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice
Flow, flow, into the deuodenum

Insulin, glucagon
(Won'tcha flow, flow, flow, pancreatic juice)
Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)

Insulin, glucagon
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)

Lipase, amylase, and tripsin
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow, flow flow, pancreatic juice)
They gonna help with our digestion
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenium)

Lipase, amylase, and tripsin
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
They gonna help with our digestion
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)

Can't you see I love my pancreas
{Lipase, amylase, and tripsin}
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas
{They gonna help with our digestion}
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)

Can't you see I love my pancreas
{Lipase, amylase, and tripsin}
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas
{They gonna help with our digestion}
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)

Can't you see I love my pancreas
{Lipase, amylase, and tripsin}
(Insulin, glucagon)
(Won'tcha flow flow flow, pancreatic juice)
Golly-gee I love my pancreas
{They gonna help with our digestion}
(Comin' from the islets of Langerhans...)
(Flow flow, into the deuodenum)

Can't you see I love my pancreas


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Canadian Idiot Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut
And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head?
I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed

They all live on donuts and moose meat
And they leave the house without packin' heat
Never even bring their guns to the mall
And you know what else is too funny?
Their stupid Monopoly money
Can't take 'em seriously at all

Well maple syrup and snow's what they export
They treat curling just like it's a real sport
They think their silly accent is so cute
Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot

Sure they got their national health care
Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air
Then again well they got Celine Dion
Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni
And dream of drivin' a Zamboni
All over Saskatchewan

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Won't figure out their temperature in Celsius
See the map, they're hoverin' right over us
Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous

Always hear the same kind of story
Break their nose and they'll just say "sorry"
Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite?
It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin'
So quick, before they see it comin'
Time for a pre-emptive strike!


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I'll Sue Ya Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

I sued Taco Bell
'Cause I ate half a million Chalupas
And I got fat!

I sued Panasonic
They never said I shouldn't use their microwave
To dry off my cat

Huh, I sued Earthlink
'Cause I called them up
N' they had the nerve to put me on hold

I sued Starbucks
'Cause I spilled a Frappucino in my lap
And brrr, it was cold!

I sued Toys'R'Us
'Cause I swallowed a Nerf ball
And nearly choked to death

Ugh, I sued PetCo
'Cause I ate a bag of kitty litter
And now I got bad breath!

I sued Coca-Cola, yo
'Cause I put my finger down in a bottle
And it got stuck!

I sued Delta Airlines
'Cause they sold me a ticket to New Jersey
I went there, and it sucked!

Yeah!!!

If you stand me up on a date
If you deliver my pizza 30 seconds late

I'm gonna sue, sue
Yes, I'm gonna sue
Sue, sue, yeah that's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna sue, sue
Yes, I'm gonna sue
Sue, sue, yeah I might even sue you!

Ugh!!

I sued Duracell
They never told me not to shove that double-A
Right up my nose

I sued Home Depot
'Cause they sold me a hammer
Which they knew I might drop on my toes

I sued Dell Computers
'Cause I took a bath with my laptop
Now it doesn't work

I sued Fruit of the Loom
'Cause when I wear their tightie-whities on my head
I look like a jerk

I sued Verizon
'Cause I get all depressed
Any time my cell phone is roaming

I sued Colorado
'Cause you know, I think it looks a little bit too much
Like Wyoming

I sued Neiman Marcus
'Cause they put up their Christmas decorations
Way out of season

I sued Ben Affleck
...
Aw, do I even need a reason?

Ugh!

If I sprain my ankle
While I'm robbing your place

If I hurt my knuckles
When I punch you in the face

I'm gonna sue, sue
Yes, I'm gonna sue
Sue, sue, yeah that's what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna sue, sue
Yes, I'm gonna sue
Sue, sue, that's right I'm gonna sue you

Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!

I'll sue ya!
I'll take all of your money
I'll sue ya!
If you even look at me funny

I'll sue ya!
I'll take all of your money
I'll sue ya!
If you even look at me funny

I'll sue ya!
I'll take all of your money
I'll sue ya!
If you even look at me funny

I'll sue ya!
I'll take all of your money
I'll sue ya!
If you even look at me funny

I'll sue ya!
Ha-ha ha ha-haa
I'll sue ya!
What'chall think of that?

I'll sue ya!
Ha-ha ha ha-haa
Boo ya!
I'll sue ya!

Ugh!


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Polkarama! Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

[Chicken Dance]

Let's get it started (ha)
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started (ha)
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started (ha)
Let's get it started in here

And the base keeps runnin' runnin'
And runnin' runnin'
And runnin' runnin'
And runnin' runnin'

I say don't you know
You say you don't go
I say... take me out!

I say you don't show
Don't move, time is slow
I say [gunshot] take me out!

Beverly Hills - That's where I want to be! (gimme, gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills - Rolling like a celebrity! (gimme, gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills

And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand

[Accordion Solo]

And we'll all float on ok
And we'll all float on alright
Already we'll all float on
Now don't you worry we'll all float on
Alright...

Feel good
Feel good
Feel good

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Dont cha?
Dont cha?

Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Dont cha?
Dont cha? Dont cha? Dont cha?

Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
Well, I've got potential
A rushin' and rushin' around

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

We'll take you to the candy shop (yeah)
Boy one taste of what we got (un'huh)
We'll have you spending all you got (come on)
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot

When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot

Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up?
All the gal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up?

Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up!

She take my money (she take my money)
When I'm in need (when I'm in need)
Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed (friend indeed)
Oh she's a gold digga way over town (way over town)
That digs on me

Hey! Hey!

Now I aint sayin she's a gold digger
But she aint messin wit' no broke broke
Now I aint sayin she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin wit' no broke broke

Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go head

But I ain't sayin' she's a
Gold gold digger (gold gold)
Gold gold digger (gold gold)
Gold gold digger (gold gold)
Hey!


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Virus Alert Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Hey, everyone, listen up, your attention if you please
We wanna give you a warning
'Cause I found out this morning
About a dangerous, insidious computer virus
If you should get it, an email with the subject, 'stinky cheese'
Better off protecting your chances
Under no circumstances, should you open it
Or else it will

Translate your documents into Swahili
Make your TV record "Gigli"
Neuter your pets, and give you laundry static cling
Look out!
It's gonna make your computer screen freeze
Look out!
Erase the Easter eggs off your DVDs
Look out!
Erase your hard drive and your backups too
And the hard drive of anyone related to you

Virus alert!
Delete immediately before someone gets hurt!
Forward this message on to everybody

Soon, very soon, it will make all the paint peel off your walls
It'll make your keyboard all sticky
Give your poodle a hickey
And invest your cash in stock in Euro Disney
Then, it will tie up your phone, making prank long-distance calls
It'll set your clocks back an hour and start clogging the shower
So just trash it now, or else it will

Decide to give you a permanent wedgie,
Legally change your name to Reggie,
Even mess up the pH balance in your pool

Look out!
It's gonna melt your face right off your skull
Look out!
And make your iPod only play Jethro Tull
Look out!
And tell you knock-knock jokes while you're trying to sleep
Look out!
And make you physically attracted to sheep
Look out!
Steal your identity and your credit card
Look out!
Buy you a warehouse full of pink leotards
Look out!
Then cause a major rift in time and space
And leave a bunch of Twinkie wrappers all over the place
That's right it's a

Virus alert!
Delete immediately before someone gets hurt!
Forward this message on to everybody

Virus alert!
Delete immediately before someone gets hurt!
Forward this message on to everybody
Warn all your friends, send this to everybody
Tell everyone you know, tell everybody now

If you get infected, you'll wish you had never been born
So before it emails your grandmother all of your porn
Turn off your computer and make sure it powers down
Drop it in a forty-three-foot hole in the ground
Bury it completely; rocks and boulders should be fine
Then burn all the clothes you may have worn any time you were online!

Virus alert!
Delete immediately before someone gets hurt!
Forward this message on to everybody

Virus alert!
Delete immediately before someone gets hurt!
Forward this message on to everybody

Virus alert!
Delete immediately before someone gets hurt!
Forward this message on to everybody
Warn all your friends, send this to everybody
Tell everyone you know, tell everybody now
What are you waiting for?
Just hurry up and forward this to every single person that you know!
Hit send right now!


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Confessions Part III Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Watch this

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say I came up up with more secrets to tell you today
These are my confessions
Slip my mind the last two times
Silly me, so now I gotta give you part three of my confessions
First I told you about the skank that I was cheating with,then I mentioned she's having my kid
That's not all, now I recall more you see, so I'll give you part three of my confessions

Now this is gonna be the hardest thing I ever had to do,
Gonna tell you everything I left out of parts one and two
Like remember when I told you I knew Paulie Shore (Paulie Shore)
That's a lie, I don't know what I said that for
I borrowed your chapstick (from you)
I tried out your nose hair trimmer (too)
And by the way your diamond ring is cubic circonium,
I killed your goldfish accidently, just replaced it with another one

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say I needed to get some things off my chest right away
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me, I guess I gotta give you part three of my confessions
I threw up on your dog last time I had too much to drink
There have been times when I've peed in your sink
Don't know why, but you and I should agree that belongs in part three of my confessions

Baby forgive me I'm still trying to figure out why I used your toothbrush to clean off the bathroom grought
Oh and sometimes in private, I really like to dress up as Shirley Temple and spank myself with a hockey stick (hockey stick)
My boss thinks I'm a jerk, I didn't get that raise.
I haven't changed my underwear in twenty-seven days!
And when I'm kissing you I fantasize you as a midget
I'm so sorry Debbi! I mean Bridget!

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say I got a few more secrets I'd like to convey
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me, I guess I gotta give you part three of my confessions
Gave you buttered toast I dropped and then picked up off the floor
FYI it was not a cold sore
Ooops my bad, but you'll be madder at me when I finish part three of my confessions

You don't know how hard it is for me to tell you this, but remember that shirt that you got me for my birthday?
Well, I returned it for store credit. That thing was hideous, what were you thinking?
O and by the way, I wasn't really sick last week,
I just didn't wanna go to your stupid office picnic
Oh and when I told you at breakfast we were all out of rice krispies,
What I meant was that there was only enough left for me. Sorry.

These are my confessions
Just when I thought I said all I could say, I thought of some more things that should scare you away
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me, I guess I gotta give you part three of my confessions
Once I blew my nose and wiped it on your cat
And I lied, yes that dress makes you look fat
Anyway, I shouldn't say anymore 'til I give you part four of my confessions


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Weasel Stomping Day Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Faces filled with joy and cheer
What a magical time of year
Howdy Ho! It's Weasel Stomping Day

Put your Viking helmet on
Spread that mayonaisse on the lawn
Don't you know it's Weasel Stomping Day

All the little girls and boys
Love that wonderful crunching noise
You'll know what this day's about
When you stomp a weasel's guts right out

So, come along and have a laugh
Snap their weasely spines in half
Grap your boots and stomp your cares away
Hip hip hooray, it's Weasel Stomping Day

[Sounds of weasels getting stomped on, with bone-crunching and rodent-screeching effects]

People love them down the street
Crushing weasels beneath their feet
Why we do it, who can say?
But it's such a festive holiday

So let the stomping fun begin
Bash their weasely skulls right in
It's tradition, that makes it okay

Hey everyone, it's Weasel Stomping
We'll have some fun on Weasel Stomping
Put down your gun, it's Weasel Stomping Day
Hip Hip Hooray, it's Weasel Stomping Day

Weasel Stomping Day
Hey!


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Close But No Cigar Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Jillian was her name
She was sweeter than aspartame
Her kisses reconfigured my DNA
And after that I never was the same

And I loved her even more
Than Marlon Brando loved souffle
She was gorgeous, she was charming
Yeah, she was perfect in every way

Except she was always using the word "infer"
When she obviously meant "imply"
And I know some guys would put up with that kind of thing
But frankly, I can't imagine why

And I told her, I said
"Hey! Are we playing horseshoes, honey?
No, I don't think we are!
You're close! (Close!)
But no cigar!"

Then I met sweet young Janet
Prettiest thing on the planet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had lips like a ripe pomegranate

And I was crazy like Manson about her
She got me all choked up like Momma Cass
She had a smile so incredibly radiant
You had to watch it through a piece of smoked glass

I thought after all these years of searching around
I'd found my soulmate finally
But one day I found OUT she actually owned a copy
Of Joe Dirt on DVD

Oh, no! I said
"Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
No I don't think we are!
You're close! (Close!)
Oh, so very close! (Close!)
Yeah, baby, you're close! (Close!)
So close!
But no cigar!"

(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(Oh, yeah!)
(Oh, no!)
(ALL RIGHT!)

[Hand claps, trumpet solo]

Julie played water polo
She wore a ribbon on her left manolo
She had me sweating like Nixon every time she was near
My heart was beating like a Buddy Rif solo

And she was everything I've dreamed of
She moved right up to #1 on my list
And did I mention she's a world famous billionare
Bikini supermodel astrophysicist

Yeah, she was so pretty she made Charlize Theron
Look like a big fat slobbering pig
The only caveat is one of her earlobes
Was just a little tiny bit too big

I said
"Hey! Are we doing government work here?
No I don't think we are!
You're close! (Close!)
So very, very close! (Close!)
Aaw, baby, you're close! (Close!)
So close!
But no cigar!"

Missed it by that much! (No cigar!)
Ah, yeah! Ah, right! (No cigar!)
Really, really, really close! (No cigar!)
But no cigar!


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Do I Creep You Out Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

I know that you
Don't know me very well
We've barely met
But I can surely tell
No one will ever
Love you like I do

I like to feel
The warm spot on your chair
Sometimes I drool
And usually I stare
My precious one
I saved that gum
That you threw in the garbage

You're the one I dream about
But the only question with me now
Is "Do I creep you out?"
Everytime I shake your hand now
Wanna stick your fingers in my mouth
Do I creep you out?

Call you every night and hang up
Gonna carve your name in my leg
In my leg, oh-oh!

Somethin' I should ask about
Can I sniff the pit-stains on your blouse?
And do I creep you,
Do I creep you out?
(Your restraining order's out)
(Still the only question with me now)
Oh the only question
(Is "Do I creep you out?")
Is "Do I creep you out?"
Know exactly where you live now
Follow you from work right to your house
Well, do I creep you out?
Do I creep you out?

[Cheering crowd]


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Trapped In The Drive-Thru Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me

She says "Is this 'Behind the Music'
With Lynard Skynard?"
And I say "I don't know.
Say, it's gettin' late...watcha wanna do for dinner?

She says "I kinda had a big lunch.
So I'm not super hungry."
I said "Well you know, baby, I'm not starvin' either
But I could eat."

She said "So whadya have in mind?"
I said "I don't know what about you?"
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat."
I said "That's what we're gonna do!"

"But first you gotta tell me
What it is you're hungry for!"
And she says "Let me think...
...What's left in our refridgerator?"

I said "Well, there's tuna, I know."
She said "That went bad a week ago!"
I said "Is the chili OK?"
She said "You finished that yesterday!"

I hopped up and I said
"I don't know, do you want to get something delivered?"
She's like "Why would I want to eat liver?
I don't even like liver!"

I'm like "No, I said 'delivered'."
She's like "I heard you say liver!"
I'm like "I should know what I said..."
She's like "Whatever, I just don't want any liver!"

Well I was gonna say something
But my cell phone started to ring
Now who could be callin' me?
Well I checked my caller ID

It was just cousin Larry
Callin' for the third time today...
My wife said "Let it go to voicemail."
I said, "OK."

"Where were we? Oh, Dinner, Right
So what d'ya want to do?"
She said "Why don't you whip up somethin in the kitchen?"
"Yeah," I said, "Why don't you?"

And then she said "Baby, can't we just go out to dinner, please?"
I says "No"
She says "Yes"
I says "No"
She says "Yes"
I says "No"
She says "Yes...
...Oh, here's your keys"

I step a little bit closer
Say "OK, where ya want to go?"
She says "How about The Ivy?"
I said "Yeah, well I don't know..."

I don't feel like gettin all dressed up
And eatin' expensive food
She's says "Olive Garden?"
I say "Nah, I'm not in the mood...

...And Burrito King would make me gassy
There's no doubt"
She says "Just forget about it"
I said "No, I swear I'm gonna take you out!"

Then I get an idea
I says "I know what we'll do!"
She says "What?"
I say "Guess"
She says "What?"
I say "We're goin' to the drive-thru!"

So we head out the front door
Open the garage door
Then I open the car doors
And we get in those car doors

Put my key in the ignition
And then I turn it sideways
Then we fasten our seat belts
As we pull out the driveway

Then we drive to the drive-thru
Heading off to the drive-thru
We're approaching the drive-thru
Getting close to the drive-thru!

Almost there at the drive-thru
Now we're here at the drive thru
Here in line at the drive-thru
Did I mention the drive-thru?

Well here we are
In the drive-thru line, me and her.
Cars in front of us, cars in back of us.
All just waiting to order

There's some idiot in a Volvo
With his brights on behind me
I lean out the window and scream
"Hey, Whatcha tryin to do, blind me?"

My wife says "Maybe we should park...
...We could just go eat inside."
I said "I'm wearin' bunny slippers
So I ain't leavin' this ride..."

Now a woman on a speaker box
Is sayin' "Can I take your order, please?"
I said "Yes indeed, you certainly can
We'd like two hamburgers with onions and cheese."

Then my wife says
"Baby, hold on, I've changed my mind!
I think I'm gonna have a chicken sandwich
Instead, this time"

I said "You always get a cheeseburger!"
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for."
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
"I don't know who you are anymore!"

The voice on the speaker says
"I don't have all day!"
I said "Then, take our order,
And we'll be on our way!

I wanna get a chicken sandwich
And I want a cheeseburger, too
She's like "You want onions on that?"
I'm like "Yeah, I already said that I do...

...Plus we need curly fries
And don't you dare forget it!
And two medium root beers
No, just one, we'll split it."

Then I said "I'm guessin' that
You're probably not too bright...
So read me back my order
Let's make sure you got it right."

She says "One, you want a chicken sandwich.
Two, you want a cheeseburger
Three, curly fries, and a large root beer"
"Stop, don't go no further!"

"I never ordered a large rootbeer
I said medium, not large!"
Then she says "We're havin' a special,
I supersized you at no charge."

"Oh." And that's all
I could say, was "Oh."
And she says "Now there is somethin' else
That I really think you should know.

You can have unlimited refills
For just a quarter more..."
I say "Great, except we're in the drive thru...
So what would I want that for?"

Then she says "Wait a minute
Your voice sounds so familiar...hey, is this Paul?
And my wife is all like "No, that ain't Paul,
Now tell me, who's this Paul?

She says "Oh, he's just some guy
Who goes to school with me.
I sat behind him last year
And I copied off him in Geometry.

I said "I know a guy named Paul.
He used to be my plumber
He was prematurely bald
And he moved to Pittsburgh last summer.

He also had bladder problems
And a really bad infection on his toe."
And she said "Mister, please, you can stop right there,
That's way more than I needed to know!"

And then we both were quiet
And things got real intense
Then she says "Next window please,
That'll be five dollars and eighty two cents."

So we inched ahead in line
Movin' painfully slow
I got a little bored
So I turned on the radio...

[Song plays]

[Click] Turned it off
Because my wife was getting a headache
So we both just sat there quietly
For her sake.

Then I looked at her
And she looked back at me
And I said "Um,
I think you have somethin' in your teeth."

She turned away from me
And then turned back and said "Did I get it?"
I said "Yeah. Well, I mean, most of it...
But hey, ya know, don't sweat it."

Then she said "How about now?"
I said "Yeah, almost.
There's still a little bit there
But don't worry, it's probably just a piece of toast."

Now we're at the pay window
Or whatever you call it
Put my hand in my pocket
I can't believe there's no wallet!

And the lady at the window's like,
"Well, well that'll be five eighty two."
I turn around to my wife, and say
"How much have you got on you?"

She just rolls her eyes and says
"I'll pay for this, I guess."
So she reaches into her purse
And pulls out the American Express

I hand it to the lady
And she says "Oh, dear.
It's gotta be cash only
We don't take credit cards here."

I took back the card and said
"Gee, really? Well that sucks."
And that's when I found out
My wife was only carryin' three bucks.

I said "I thought you were
Going to hit the ATM today"
She says "I never got around to it
So where's your wallet anyway?

And I said "Nevermind,
Just help me to find some change..."
Now the lady at the window
Is lookin at me kinda strange...

And she says "Mister, please,
We gotta move this line along"
I said "Now hold your stinkin' horses lady,
We won't be long."

We looked around inside the glove-box
And check the mat beneath my feet
I found a nickel in the ashtray
And a couple pennies and a dime in the space betweent he seats

Before long I had a little pile
Of coins of every sort
The lady counts it up and says
"You're still about a dollar short"

And now my woman's got this weird look
Frozen on her face
She screams, "you know
I wasn't even really hungry in the first place"

And so I turned around
To the cashier again
I shrugged and said "OK
Forget the chicken sandwich then"

So I pick up my change
Pick up my reciept
And I drive to the pickup window
Man, I just can't wait to eat

And now we see this acne ridden
Kid about sixteen
Wearin' a dorky nametag that says
"Hello, my name is Eugene."

And he hands me a paper bag
I look him in the eyes
And I say to him "Hey, Eugene,
Can I get some ketchup for my fries?"

Well he looks at me
And I look at him
And he looks at me
And I look at him

And he looks at me
And I look at him
And he says "I'm sorry
What did you want again?"

I say "Ketchup!"
And he says "Oh yeah, that's right...
...I just spaced out there for a second
I'm really kind of burnt tonight."

And then he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet

I'm starvin' to death
By the time we pull up at the traffic light
I say "Baby, gimme that burger,
I just gotta have a bite!"

So she reaches in the bag
And pulls out the burger
And she hands me the burger
And I pick up the burger

And then I unwrap the paper
I bite into those buns
And I just can't believe it
They forgot the onions!


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Don't Download This Song Lyrics

Artist : YANKOVIC, WEIRD AL
Album : Straight Outta Lynwood

Once in a while
Maybe you will feel the urge.
To break into national copyright law
By downloading mp3s
From file sharing sites
Like Morpheus, or Grokster, or LimeWire, or Kazaa.
But deep in your Heart.
You know the guilt would drive you mad
And the shame would leave a permanent scar
Cause you start out stealing songs
Then you're robbing liquor stores
And selling Crack
And running over school kids with your car

[Chorus]
So Don't Download This Song
The record store is where you belong
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should
Oh Don't Download This Song

Oh you don't want to mess
With the R I Double A
They'll sue you if you burn that CD-R.
It doesn't matter if you're a grandma
Or a seven year old girl
They'll treat you like the evil Hard-bitten criminal scum you are

[Chorus]
So Don't Download This Song (don't go)
Pirating music all day long
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should
Oh Don't Download This Song

Don't take away money
From artists just like me
How else can I afford another solid gold Hum V
And diamond studded swimming pools
These things don't grow on trees
So all I ask is everybody Pleaseeeeee

[Chorus]
Don't Download This Song (Don't do it No No)
Even Lars Urlich Know it's wrong (You could just ask him)
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should (You Really Should)
Oh Don't Download This Song

Don't Download This Song (Oh please don't you do it or you)
Might Wind up in Jail like Tommy Chong (Remember Tommy)
Go and buy the CD (Right Now) like you know that you should (Go out and Buy it)
Oh Don't Download This Song.

Don't Download This Song (No no no no no no)
Or you'll burn in hell before to long (And you deserve it)
Go and buy the CD (Just buy it) like you know that you should (You cheap bastard)


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Intro Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Cell Door Closing]
[Indistant Talking]

[Guard Saying Yayo]

Ain't nobody talking when i'm talking, fellas so shut the fuck up.
Following items, replacing an envelope
is a caller off. Empty wallet, legal paperwork, first 3 out of the ten.
([Guard Saying] Lionel saying Goodbye lil' bitch...Let's Go). 'K open your mouth, stick out your tongue,
or right through your ears. 'K bend your hands over, shake em' out with your fingers.
Hands above your head...and hands out in front of you...Hold em. Wiggle Your fingers. Reach down and lift
up your nut sack...Drop Your Nut sack..Skin back your dick. Now turn around. One foot at a time pick
em' up. Wiggle your toes....Other Foot. Kay' bend over..grab yo' ass...Spread Your cheeks,and give me
two good coughs....

[End Of Intro]


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Homicide Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Turn me up in them fuckin headphones real quick man
I'm feelin to body this track
and body a nigga when I get the fuck outta here man

[Tony Yayo]
Cocksucker this ain't rap, check my rap sheets
I feed you to the rats with peanut butter on yo' feet
44 bulldog, get money hustle hard
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
I help you wit'cho bitch, I'm lovin your dame
Shoot her ass and her heart, hit her jugular vein
Niggaz talk it they don't live it, these niggaz is butt
Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked
I'm in apartment 4B, wipin down the llama
With two freaks kissin like, Britney and Madonna
And you know how I ride when the beef is on
Pull up, LA LA like Jamaican songs

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
There's a hole, there's a hole
There's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
There's a body, there's a body
There's a body in a drop, body in a lot
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that brand new Range; when I pull up kid
I turn your brains into red concrete stains
That's the beauty of gruesome violence
I'm loudmouth nigga but my Ruger silent
Sun-up, sundown, my fishscale move
And if a nigga wanna stop it he gon' be fish food
Yeah Yayo rhyme but I murk a person
And when your mind leave your body your spirit is soul searchin
Gas your team, nigga I'ma blast your team
I got plastic milk jugs full of gasoline
Four-fours bark loud, you layin in heaven
While your moms and your pops in deep clouds of depression
I turn your head into pasta, and baked zuchinni
Like that bitch did that rasta in "New Jack City"
In broad daylight, you better think twice
Or that thing on your hip nigga better spray right

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
It's a niiiiiiiine, it's a nine
There's a clip in the nine, bullet in the clip
Bullet in the chamber, round on the ground
And that's why homicide all around
It's a hole, it's a hole
It's a hole in his head, hole in his leg
Hole in his pants, holes everywhere
And that's why homicide all around
It's a body, it's a body
It's a body in a drop, body on the block
Body uptown, body downtown
And that's why homicide all around

[Tony Yayo]
Feelin to fuckin kill somebody right now nigga, fuck!
Got a SHITLOAD of guns right now nigga
Homicide come around I'm gone nigga
When you see them suits and ties
You best to believe I did that to you nigga
Matter of fact I didn't do that to you
Huh, c'mon man, shit is real man
This is for them niggaz - fuck yo listen lemme tell you somethin
Don't run up on no whip
Just run up on a nigga and blow his fuckin brains out
That's what, that's gangsta nigga - you hear me?
Don't fuckin run up on a whip and spray somethin
Lemme see you, shoot a nigga brains out
and stand there for two minutes, and then run, motherfucker!




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It Is What It Is Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs Henny in the fridge
Dat's how we live it is wut it is
We run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
We know where you live it is wut it is
If we can't eat then your team can't live
That's how it is it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is

[Verse 1 - Yayo]
I'm crippin everyday token meet Jamaica
My pistol get it poppin like the pistons and the pacers
I'm the messenger of misery I move discrete
You kiddin me my victory is in the jaws of defeat
Then these haters wana kill me cuz my dreams is reality
The sig with the beam will cause a fatality
Just caught a case but it's a minor technicality
With shooters on the street prosecuters keep houndin me
Wut you know about Grammy speeches sandy beaches
Pales that seedless four pounds and sweepers
Movie features groupie divas deals wit sneakers
Secluded in the woods from the snakes and leaches
I'm makin money on the road homie autographin ass
While you on a silver horse with your metro pass
For every dollar you make nigga I make a G
Damn it feels good to live life like me

[Chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs Henny in the fridge
Dat's how we live, it is wut it is
We run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
We know where you live it is wut it is
If we can't eat then your team can't live
That's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is

[Verse 2 - Spider Loc:]
It's Spider and Big Yay, we doin it which way?
Real big cuz he stay where the rich stay
We get it crackin like a high school ditch day
Ghetto mackin is how I do the inch pay
A escalade and a two che six tray
But his life is the price that the snitch pay
But it's polital my paper sprowtin
My girl get upset I don't take her out n
My choice of occupation make her doubting
I'll be out the front door I can't take the poutin
I'm about anything that'll make a mountin of this moolah
Ooh all the cake I'm countin
See the games too deep I can't shake I'm scoutin the clout
A fast line like the lakers shoutin
Tryna have me a flat wit some acres
Out in the boon docks so I move without them fakers

[Chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs Henny in the fridge
Dat's how we live it is wut it is
We run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
We know where you live it is wut it is
If we can't eat then your team can't live
That's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is

[Verse 3 - Yayo]
I'm filthy so stop hatin the milli's wut I'm waving
You guilty by association you payin for operations
Your kids be orphans coughin up orcids
We sprayin up your benz you layin in coffins
It's gunit click nigga you love wut we spit nigga
My wrist glist and glitter cuz we sittin on six figgas
Yo it's all about the benjamins feel the adrenalin
Yo we killin 'em wit beats from Dre and Eminem
Your bitch keep runnin me I know she feelin me
My last cap and gown was in elementary
The kid is back, the kid is crack
I'm hot, hot, the way we rap we blazin tracks
You not, not, and Em on the beat I had to hire marshall
So we keep the club packed full of fire marshals
Nigga em on the beat I had to hire marshall
So we keep the club packed full of fire marshals

[Chorus]
22's on the Porsche drugs Henny in the fridge
Dats how we live it is wut it is
We run up in your crib snatchin kids in your wiz
We know where you live it is wut it is
If we can't eat then your team can't live
That's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is
Nigga that's how it is, it is wut it is


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Tattle Teller Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Intro / Chorus 2X: Tony Yayo]
I ain't your friend, you a tattle teller
You rat, you snitch, you jealous nigga
You coward nigga, you teller nigga
Tuck your tail, pluck your whiskers you tattle teller

[Tony Yayo]
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
Shit Steven Seagal, I used to love his karate
But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti
Pillowtalk wit'cha girl about that German Ruger
got her in a small room with the prosecutor
Watch ya shooter, them feds givin years for them guns
And there's nowhere to hide, when the marshals come
D.A. don't play, giving life off of hearsay
And right hand on the stand for conspiracy
Kingpin charges, and that RICO law
got agents in your spot for them bricks of raw
And people tellin on you that you never saw
Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
The game over, man everybody wanna snatch
Fat Cat and Alpo nigga started this shit

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin on his co-D's, snitchin on his homies
to government officials, and U.S. attorneys
He told about his lifestyle and old war stories
The brawl in B-more in the stall with them shorties
Out of town trips, cocaine connects
He told about the ratchets, fo'-fifths and tecs
He snitched about the diesel, stashed in the ceiling
He bragged about them kids that caught bodies in his building
He told on himself and told on his right hand
He talked about taxes and credit card scams
Joe took the stand, he sold his soul
But little did he know he dug a deeper hole
He lied on his friends and the judge flipped on him
Now he in Fort Dix with a man's dick on him

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Death before dishonor, what happened to that?
Them wolves in lamb's clothing is the ones that's rat
Nicky Barnes and Alpo, Cat and Freeze
I heard Ta-Ta tellin just to get that cheese
Pipe on death row, they told on Pete
They the reason that pistol ain't on the street
Chris Portello, yeah he used to fuck with Madonna
The South Beach King is, federal informer
Homey watch the corner, slingin that crack
That kid C.K. told on O.G. Mack
Sammy the Bull man, he the biggest of them all
He broke the code, he made the whole mob fall
Italian Joe Camby, he messed up the game
He tellin on his people like Saddam Hussein
So when you standin on that corner, chillin wit'cha fellas
Kid watch your back for them damn tattle tellers

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
And the Sammy the Bull award goes to, Fat Joe [applause]




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So Seductive Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
(feat. 50 Cent)

[Tony Yayo Verse]
Aww nigga do you know what this is
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
Aww nigga do you know who you with
It's tony yayo up in this bitch
Got them German lugers with them hollow tips
See shot lugers with an extra clip

[50 Cent Verse]
50 cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way ot to flip them bricks
In that big body benz you know its oh 6
Got your bitch on my dick I stack them chips
And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick
From a block away you can see them kid
Dont front mothafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
I'm on the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
And you know I'm feelin to take her back to the crib
Here we go imma show her how a playa live
At the door I tell her to take her clothes off...shit

[Hook - 50 Cent]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a turn over and tell her lets do it again
[Yayo] - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[Tony Yayo Verse]
I put the g in g-unit baby I got game
Head to go good to go and I dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth you know I'm cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and I'm freakin you
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
Baby let me fly you in my lair
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole don't know
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.

[Hook - 50 Cent]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a turn over and tell her lets do it again
[Yayo] - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[Tony Yayo Verse]
My ways be spinnin I charm the amazing women
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why I approach you
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci, lip gloss, Louis Vuitton, and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause I can see me in um
Listen I piss out cris inhale haze
I'm in the marriot gettin laid all day
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
I'm in this club with a tre pound star
Dont blame it on david I'm all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich so the bar all priced out

[Hook - 50 Cent]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a turn over and tell her lets do it again
[Yayo] - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
I'm a turn over and tell her lets do it again




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Eastside Westside Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Tony Yayo]
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit (uh-huh)
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A GANGSTER!
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I'M A RIDER!

[Tony Yayo]
I'm in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle
Picked her up in my BMW
760 in a Nautica color
When I'm rollin on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I'm rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers
That's why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow 'em like Tackleberry
Yo I told y'all niggaz we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don't stop
Half a mill' deal I signed with Reebok
Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line
Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel
The feds got a hit when I'm makin my next sale - I'm hot
645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I'm that bad bad wolf that'll blow your house down
Three lil' piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had weed
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese
27 ki's, that's one point three-five
I'm rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated AK's, stupid guns
Like Qusay and Usay *, Saddam's sons

[Chorus]




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Drama Setter Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
(feat. Eminem, Obie Trice)

[Intro]

[Guard:] Mr. Yayo, your free to go, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow
[Eminem:] Guess who's home? Tony Yayo, Obie Trice, C'mon!

[Chorus - Eminem]

I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta
Man you crazy if you think Ima let up
I told you I'm a Drama Setter
I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda
Man cause I'm a Drama Setter
I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With you momma crying cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter

[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]

I'll poke you man I'm Riker's Island Pokemon
I got C.O.'s bringin me Filet Mingon
But now a nigga home looking frail in a drop
With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock
I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops
And got glocks intellectual rob behind cops
On broke days we used to put water in our cereal
Now we crossing borders just to shoot another video
It's Tony Montano, full body armor
Soning niggas like Alfredo in Godfather
Two shot revolver, that Dillinger shit
In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six
We taking trips to Morocco just to tan
We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam
I was worth a hundred grams, now I'm worth a cool million
I'll put money on your hairline, your dime and your children

[Chorus - Eminem]
I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta
Man you crazy if you think Ima let up
I told you I'm a Drama Setter
I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda
Man cause I'm a Drama Setter
I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With you momma crying cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]

Since Yayo is home, them A-R's is drawn
Obie's Guerrila Unit, fuck affilia-tion
We are one, it is sensless, for you to prevent this
The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis
At any given instant another incident
You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperment
And we holding them K's that's why homie won't age
Isn't it that Tony's enraged they throw him in cages
But now my nigga's loose, Our crews is bulletproof
All brought to you from whom's pupils, baby blues
His short fuses, put your portrait on the news
Nigga them screws is loose when you fucking with them shady dudes

[Chorus - Eminem]
I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta
Man you crazy if you think Ima let up
I told you I'm a Drama Setter
I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda
Man cause I'm a Drama Setter
I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With you momma crying cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]

Got fat while I was gone, but now I'm here
And yall rappers only bust shots only in fear
Chinchillas on my back itchy fingers on the mac
Get scrilla off of crack, get fifty's shooter back
Listen homie, don't let them niggas amp you money
Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for pamper money
Move like Kaiser, Jayson Williams slaughter the driver
My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire
Reality rap, nigga check my salary cap
I give guns to my soldiers with a battery pack
What you know about light planes and heavy coke
And them drugs being smuggled on them fast speed boats
It's the rap tycoon, Tony you all know me
See me on MTV I'm a parole
I was out for 12 hours and went right back in
For three hots and 1 cot doin time in the pen

[Chorus - Eminem]
I'm a Drama Setter, gripping my baretta sipping Armaretta
Man you crazy if you think Ima let up
I told you I'm a Drama Setter
I'll be the first to set it homie, you can bet it just don't get in the way of my chedda
Man cause I'm a Drama Setter
I don't go looking for no trouble but somehow the trouble always finds me
Don't make me have you in the trauma center
With you momma crying cause her only son is dying
She don't know it's just your karma catching upcause I'm a Drama Setter

[Outro - Eminem and Yayo]

[Y:] Yeah nigga thank you Marshall
[E:] No problem
[Y:] We dont stop, save the best for the last, Talk of New York - Thoughts of a Predicate Felon.
Blue Hefner - Lloyd Banks, Buck Marley, Young Buck, Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
[E:] "Shady Aftermath" Mathers
[Y:] Olivia
[E:] O. Trice, Stat Quo
[Y:] We gonna keep getting this money, Y'all rappers gonna keep hating
[E and Y:] Fuck Yall
[Y:] Y'all want problems, I'm built for this shit
Shady Aftermath, G-Unit, We run this rap shit




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We Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia)

[Olivia harmonizing for 10 seconds]

[Chorus: Olivia]
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggaz come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster

[50 Cent]
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami
Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby
And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
Don't go tongue lashin we pull it
Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy
Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?

[Chorus]


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Pimpin Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Intro / Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I don't, love, hoes - I'm sharin them
I ain't lovin them, or handcuffin them - cause baby I'm pimpin
You, love, hoes - you chasin them
You be lacin them, while I'm replacin them - cause baby I'm pimpin

[Tony Yayo]
I lay my pimp game down when it comes to these bitches
They do what I say and obey all my wishes
Wash all my clothes and clean dirty dishes
I turn a sweet bitch to a switchblade sister
While you shop on Melrose, buyin hoes shoes
I'm in Mickey D's buyin #2's
Now get yo' ass on the track and get the dough for me
I'm the #1 pimp, so she chosen me
And my hoes where the ballers and bros be
They collect them G's and they give 'em to me
I'm pimpin, no perm, just gators
Pimpin, show you how to stunt on them haters
Pimpin, flossin in that new Cadillac
Pimpin, chinchil' with the fur hat
Pimpin, I show you how to school a hoe
And when you chasin them bitches I'm chasin the dough (YEAH!)

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Freakin, I ain't speakin, girl I ain'tcha hubby
Ma back that thing up, girl time is money
You ain't freakin I ain't speakin girl I ain't no dummy
And we can play the Marriott, ball, pop some bubbly
That said if 50 can't get none, I ain't speakin
Girl I ain't speakin, girl I ain't speakin
I said if Banks can't get none, I ain't speakin
Girl I ain't speakin, girl I ain't speakin
Yeah Lisa and Kim, they "Straight Outta Ca$hville"
I met 'em with Buck, in his mansion in Nashville
My bitch from the D used to live on Marshall block
I put a foot to her ass like, martial arts
I got a stable of hoes in the, C-P-T
Ask my nigga Snoop and the, D-R-E
Girl fix your lipstick, your hair is a mess
And I know your feet hurt in them damn Payless

[Chorus]




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Curious Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
(feat. Joe)

[Tony Yayo (talking with girl)]
I'm sayin wat's your name?
(My name is Kay)
Where you from?
(I'm from Brooklyn)
I'm sayin so why you wit that bird over there?
Now I don't wanna sound like a hater
(Because he can work the middle)
Oh alrite but I can too
(Lets find out)
Hahah

[Joe-Chorus]
Ma I'm curious (yea)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious (whoa)
Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if I can make you mine

Yayo

[Tony Yayo]
Ma I'm curious to know if I lick that spot
Will it make your body shiver and your panties drop?
Ya baby father is a lame, he a dead beat dad
So you and your kids can come cruise in my Jag
You my boo like Usher and Alicia Keys
And every time that you touch me girl you please my needs
We like George and Weezy, Jada and Will
Lets shop till we drop out in Beverly Hills
I'm curious to know if you want me girl
If so ma lets fly the country girl
I'm not sellin you a dream girl I'll give you the world
You want them furs and the minks and them diamond pearls

[Joe-Chorus]
Ma I'm curious (yea)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious (whoa)
Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if I can make you mine

[Tony Yayo]
I saw her in the projects goin to the store
I never had a crush like this before
Her baby daddy is a killer, he hold weight in Attica
But every time he home, he beatin her and smackin her
Ma you don't need your face black and blue
You need diamonds from Jacob that's black and blue
Water front property you see the sun risin
Back to the subject let me stop fantasizing
Listen boo, nobody in the world is perfect
So when you around my team theres no need to be nervous
I hit it from the back pull out your tracks
This curiosity girl, you's the cat

[Joe-Chorus x2]
Ma I'm curious (yea)
I wonder if I can make you mine
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if we can spend some time
Shorty I'm curious (whoa)
Girl I wanna know wat's on your mind
Baby I'm curious (so curious)
I wonder if I can make you mine

I wanna make you mine baby
I gotta make you mine baby
Said I wanna make you mine baby
Gotta make you mine baby
Ohhhh
So curious ohhh yeaaa




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I'm So High Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[ad libs for first 10 seconds]

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Man I, get so high
Can you imagine how fast the weed go?
Take two pulls, and then pass
Pull out another sack so we can roll that

[Tony Yayo]
It's the up North title taker, rollin lah
in that Riker's Island bible paper, high as a skyscraper
I'm fresh out of jail smokin pounds of haze
Duckin my P.O., cause I'm high for days
Hydro, weed-o got my mind in the zone
Don't fuck up my high bitch, leave me alone
Let it spread to the head, two pulls and pass
Stop steamin on the weed girl, make it last
I'm so high, Banks so high
Buck so high, Dre so high
We be gettin high smokin chocolate tye
That's why I got the cotton mouth and my throat is dry
Yo I'm out in L.A. at the cheeba spot
While you lightin up dirt where the seeds'll pop
And I'm chasin it down, with Henny and Hypno'
Two pulls and pass, you know how fast the weed go

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Tony Yayo]
I'm hittin G-13 in that 645
Eyes real low it's gettin hard to drive
And I pray to God po's don't pull me over
Cause the Coupe real smoky off that green Arizona
Smoke on Monday, parole on Tuesday
Golden seal pills, don't use that usually
But I be gettin high nigga doin my thing
So my eyes Chinese cause I'm high like Yao Ming
Roll up all night, head get right
The hash plant mixed with that Northern Light, right
White rhino, white widow
Light people roll up that indo
Jamaican people roll that Bob Marley
Wind up your body, stink up the party
And we be puffin hard 'til the weed is done
Cause we got love for that Cheech & Chong

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Outro - in a P-Funk style]
Come smoke with me, come ride with me
Come toke with me, let your mind be free
This here ain't for no folks on asthma
My vision's like plasma
Come smoke with me, get high with me
Take a toke with me, let your mind be free
This here ain't for no folks on asthma
My vision's like plasma, whoahh-ohhh
So hiiiiiigh
So hiiigh, sooooo hiiiiigh
So hiiigh, sooo hiiigh
Soo hiiigh, hiiiigh [fades out]




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Love My Style Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[chorus]
these hoes dont love me, they love my benz, love my rims, love my style,
these fiends dont love me, they love my coke, love my dope, love my ink,
these haters dont love me, it dont matter to me, i stay hater free cos imma down ass g,
cos if i dont make dollars, then it dont make cents, if it dont make dollars, it dont make cents.

[1st verse]
im in town dog,
mexican brown dog,
im signed to interscope,
im grims a c-note,
500 cokily add to a kilo,
id rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold,
my crack in sinthostat,
drummers with hunny hats,
my bitch from d.r,
switch em with bigger stash,
movin my work, jus for some boots n a skirt,
i was loose but she complainin it hurt,
ice skatin on ice,
i got these crack heads, scrapin the mic,
late at night, bitch be shakin her dice,
runnin from feds, like i had jerry rice legs,
cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs,
its the top shotter that rocked prada, that rhymed proper,
in high school i had ex in my gym locker, locker, locker, locker.

[chorus]

[2nd verse]
im a sneaker addict,
drug fanatic,
i live lavish,
got more carots,
that bunny rabbits,
i plant 'marry i',
courtyard groupie's lurkin,
an them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin,
an niggas handcuff hoes like female cops,
i got ma wrists all froze, so the COs drop,
ayo em drink malibu, dre drink henny, banks drink baileys and buck drink remi,
im on the 7 a glock like, im still smellin musty, leavin barcelona for some argentina pussy,
ye man g-unit stunts it aint nothin', million dollar deals cos our fans dare hustle,
i stay stuntin, my glock stay pumpin, 58-58, i got my cell phone jumpin,
t-o-n-y the talk of new york, blowin dro in the 6, on the way to court.

[chorus]

[3rd verse]
you in the CBA, im in the NBA, its the rap t-mac, i stay with a gat,
click clack, i sit back n watch my soldiers attack, ya rhymes a snitches, homie im dealin with fact,
keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade, n if my jewels dont shine its time to upgrade,
imma ball till i fall, niggas cant ruin me, from platinum plaques, wall to wall jewellery, i love my style,
hoes scream my name, its tony yayo, a cats scowl in the game, see niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream, but i pack the mac-nilly wit a infered beam,
ayo im on daily like freddy in the dream, n my chains so heavy, it spotted to my splean, u front on my team, ma niggas will finish you, automatic
traypound will fuckin diminish you

[chorus]




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Project Princess Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
(feat. Jagged Edge)

[Jagged Edge] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah ohhhh, J.E. [repeat 2X]

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yeah ma (whassup?) I mean
You know we been goin through some things, you know? (mmmm-hmm)
We could work it out though
You my project princess, you know? (I believe that)
I put some princess cuts on you or somethin, I dunno ma
You know you could spend some money on ME (uhhhh-huh)
It's aight, you know, you do whatever
Mm (just do that then)

[Tony Yayo]
Every man need a woman when his life is a mess
Cause the queen can take a king like a game of chess
And I know your ring finger, connect to your heart
Wake up in the mornin and the drama start
"Yo I can't live with him, and can't live without him
But once I hit him, I know that I got him"
Sippin Dom P and the Cristal Rose
Moet Nectar got you takin off your clothes
Your eyes on me cause my wrists is froze
There's players in here, but it's me you chose
These ain't Pumas on my feet, they G-Unit ma
I'm a rapper that's livin like a movie star
It's like every other day we in Japan or Brazil
But Yayo ain't the one that's payin your light bills
You only want me cause I'm makin the mil's
When I hit it from the back I got you hooked like quills

[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
Baby you're my, princess - treat you like royalty (baby you)
Cause you know that you're special to me
In your head is where I wanna be
If you're hurt you can call me (baby you're myyyy)
Baby you're my, princess – when you're down I'll help you smile
I like you and I like your style
Don't rush, we can wait a while (everything you need)
One day we can walk the aisle
Baby you're my, princess

[Tony Yayo]
Don't glance at the jewels, you can't afford this
My wrist your car note, my chain your mortgage
I go downtown and lick, my tongue searchin
My head between your legs, I eat your fur-burger
Mama our sex game's on a whole 'nother level
I did Ruth on the roof, and I nicknamed her Pebbles
So girl deep throat, or take off your blouse
In the speedboat, in back of my house
So you could come to my condo and watch a movie
But I'm tired of you sayin that you not a groupie
You my project princess, diamonds and princess
Leave your man, cause ma you been stressed
And I love when you wear that real thin dress
You my mistress, matter fact princess
I buy you diamonds 'til your neck feels senseless
Or fly the world in brand new Leer jet

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Jagged Edge]
I ain't tryin to be your buddy and
Your body I been studyin (yeahhhh)
And your friends they be hatin and
I scoop you up for the weekend (oh oh)
Your love I been tryin to win
One knee in front of all your friends (yeahhhh)
Your love I can't afford to miss
These so-called playas wouldn't tell you this

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Tony Yayo]
Ha ha, ma you know you my princess
Um, I mean, I take you to see Jacob
Beth in Jersey, you know, Ice Man in L.A
You don't even know who I'm talkin about
They all jewelers baby, heheheh
Five karats, three karats, one karat
Or maybe a cubic zirconium, ha ha
I'm just playin wit'chu ma, you know
I could be your father, your friend and your lover baby
You know? You my princess baby, got love for you
Ha ha

[Jagged Edge]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah ohhhh, J.E. [repeat 2X]


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G-Shit Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah (c'mon!)
These rich sluts love me like I'm Morris Chestnutt
They hit me on the 2-way, beggin to link up
My wrist is blinged up, canary and blue
For them project chicks, that be actin new
I got 3 trucks, 2 Coupes, all in a month
Blowin hundreds in Northern Light, stuffin the blunt
Catch a stunt in the drop Lambo
My P.O. think he Rambo, but I'm still holdin on that ammo
Everybody rat now, spittin on the beat tapes
Dirtball niggaz, can't even pee straight
My mansion shit, moved in the West wing
You broke-ass niggaz couldn't buy a chicken wing
Stop it money, I'm out for the profit money
And that advance that you got, be my pocket money
Yeah my transporter's cute but got a real flat chest
Put a brick in her bra she a 36 F

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
You got diesel on your strip, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You got your bitch movin bricks, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You takin out of town trips, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit
You catchin fishscale flips, that's that G shit
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-U-nit

[Tony Yayo - singing like Suzanne Vega's song "Tom's Diner"]
I was slingin, on the corner
Seen this fiend I, ran up on her
She was lookin, kinda hungry
So I gave her, five 20's
When she handed, me the money
Man the money was marked
Here come the NARC's, do doo doo

[Tony Yayo]
Duckin the D's, runnin the P's
Tossin my cheese, man I got these hoes on they knees
Yo my coke is Snow White and my workers the 7 Dwarves
I got what you need homey hard or soft
Man, I drop bombs like Hiroshima
I got the heroin cut, with the bomb bonita
Task force got me hemmed up, facin the wall
Cause I'm up in the mornin slingin wake-up calls
Dimes and 20's, don't you know, time is money
I done slept in spots straight supplyin junkies

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
What'chu know about, measuring spoons bags and scales
My hood's a goldmine but it's hot as hell
There's money to make, I scuff my Timbs runnin from Jake
And got knocked with my ratchet, jumpin the gate
Listen I been had the fishscale, and the white butter
Since Heavy D was known as the "Overweight Lover" (believe me!)
Sling that D, sling that coke
Sling that meth, 'til your spot is hot death
Yo D's kicked my door for the search and seizure
My moms dropped to the floor, and she caught a seizure
I got 4 workers, and one lookout for the jux'ers
A mac in the garbage and a mac in the bushes
This is drug dealer rap, a mean 16
I'm Tony Yayo, I'm a hustler's dream

[Chorus]




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I Know You Don't Love Me Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck)

[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Eminem's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich, you know we in power
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat, and they hold out glocks
It's the brick-copper, the L-sharper
645 NASCAR driver that's known to spit lava
I'm in Cancun, with a model in the bedroom
Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-R will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with them hammers
in that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general, comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me

[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two lanes
The navigation got me to where I'm gon' be stayin
The trunk full of somethin that can get a nigga life
So my seatbelt's on, and I'm stoppin at the light
I done been to Queens before but not behind the wheel
I'm a country nigga, ain't this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled so where this coward at?
We leave a couple niggaz layin, bet them bitches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home it's been on
Smackin niggaz up, employers is gettin sent home (yeah!)
On this battlefield, you know, it's kill or be killed
Leavin niggaz with bulletholes and hospital bills
This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Lil' Jon's around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler when Slim Thug's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Yeah Em put me up on how the hoes get down
I ain't got time for a groupie ass bitch
Try to run game and they ain't about shit
I know you don't love me

[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave a nigga like, Adolf Hitler
Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
I'm nicer than them Japanese niggaz in ping-pong
Look at my ring don, lease a 100 K for bling on
Smokin the same buddha as the courtroom shooter
I got the mind of a genius; the rag-white Jag
Backhand like Venus's, jab while zappin ya bitch
I'm makin her knees knock in the lab
Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab
And I don't hate all music, I just hate y'alls
And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame

[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever Banks around
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You scream and holler whenever Usher's in town
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me...


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Dear Suzie Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Aiyyo Fif' (yeah)
Yo Fif', I got this letter from this girl (word?)
Finna write her back man
I'ma tell you what I told her though (what you said?)
Listen..

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I read your letters locked up in my cell
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I see you know I'm a star in jail
Dear Suzie, dear Suzie - I appreciate the fan mail

[Tony Yayo]
Dear Suzie, I ain't have sex in a while
I'm in jail with my niggaz; beatin off to your pictures
You only writin letters cause I'm headed towards the riches
And I'm only writin letters cause your head game vicious
What's today's date, and today's time?
Sit-ups, push-ups and write a new rhyme
I'm about to lock it so I'ma write this letter
Was your day okay? Is your mother better?
I'ma put this bid in, cause summertime is comin
And when it start gettin hot, also tired of cummin
I'm in dorm two lower ma, here's my address
Send my G-Unit and my mailin package
Now Suzie, you know I would never try to use you or fool you
But can your friend Kim be my mule boo?
Give me some days, I'ma write you back
Send that new don diva a quarter a pack
And when you come to my visit, don't wear no drawers
It's your pimp, your playa, sincerely yours
Goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye.. goodbye

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
I went from Manhattan coons to Allana downstate
To Oster County and then shock upstate
But anyway ma I be home in January
'til then, keep it tight like the Holy Virgin Mary
And had a rumble in my house, a sneak thief got cut
From his ear to his chin got his ass ripped up
I got the phone on lock, from nine to ten
I just got off the jack, with 50 and Em
Listen Ms. X-and-O, you love my flow
Baby I'm waitin on your mail, here come the C.O
Ma it's Tony Yayo, girl I'm bound to blow
I can't wait to come home and perform a show
Get some ice from Jacob's, so my neck can glow
Twist some haze, twist some hash and a pound of dro
Buy some dice, throw chips, matter fact c-low
Dear groupie lights out, girl it's time to go

[Chorus]




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Live By The Gun Lyrics

Artist : YAYO, TONY
Album : Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

[Intro]
What the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-G Unit)
Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking toes is killin me man (its fucking brick)
i fucking been on the block all day man but u know i mean i gotta get this money run sleek snow......

[Verse 1]
Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little niggaz coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D's not out so the coast is clear
But its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
New York City is the arena of death
Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard
Seeing more d's than a damn report card
Everybody rap now
Follow they dreams im a call my clientele man and
Sign all my fiends same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes
All day in the spot by a dirty stove trials keep me strong
Hope keep me happy, but im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me
The drug game over but theres money to make so niggaz clappin at niggaz
To raise the crime rate

[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet

[Verse 2]
Tthe rhymes u spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like paris and nikki
Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack
You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast little girls get
Pregnant throw they baby in the trash
China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke
That got whitney in the re-hab
Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird
Be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot looking like a soul train
line
Fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money man nigga serve ur projects
Hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow

[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet




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She's In Love With The Boy Lyrics

Artist : YEARWOOD, TRISHA
Album : Trisha Yearwood

Katie's sittin' on the old front porch
Watchin' the chickens peck the ground
There ain't a whole lot goin' on tonight
In this one-horse town
Over yonder comin' up the road
In a beat-up Chevy truck
Her boyfriend Tommy, he's layin' on the horn
Splashin' through the mud and the muck

Her daddy says he ain't worth a lick
When it comes to brains, he got the short end of the stick
But Katie's young and man, she just don't care
She'd follow Tommy anywhere
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
And even if they have to run away
She's gonna marry that boy someday

Katie and Tommy at the drive-in movie
Parked in the very last row
They're too busy holdin' on to one another
To even care about the show
Later on outside the Tastee Freeze
Tommy slips something on her hand
He says my high school ring will have to do
'Til I can buy a wedding band

Her daddy says he ain't worth a lick
When it comes to brains, he got the short end of the stick
But Katie's young and man, she just don't care
She'd follow Tommy anywhere
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
And even if they have to run away
She's gonna marry that boy someday

Her daddy's waitin' up 'til half past twelve
When they come sneakin' up the walk
He says young lady get on up to your room
While me and Junior have a talk
But mama breaks in, says don't lose your temper
It wasn't very long ago
When you yourself was just a hay-seed plowboy
Who didn't have a row to hoe

My daddy said you wasn't worth a lick
When it came to brains you got the short end of the stick
But he was wrong and honey you are too
Katie looks at Tommy like I still look at you
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
What's meant to be will always find a way
She's gonna marry that boy someday

She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
She's in love with the boy
What's meant to be will always find a way
She's gonna marry that boy someday


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