Jump On Stage

Uhh, i keep it playa while some choose to play it safe

Boy check the rsume, it's risky business in the a (a)

And i've been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade

We went from rockin braids to temp fades

I twist my a hat to the side just for style

Or throw on the gucci bucket with the flowers super fly

Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down

It ain't so country though nigga, this ain't no gomer pyle

I'm sergeant slaughter, i keep my shit cooked to order in order

To satisfy my people in georgia and cross the water

And, across the border the esse's are gettin smarter

They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas

If you follow, wink wink, no doubt we +don't speak+

In a blink them folks can have you sleepin in the clink

I'm shittin on niggaz and peein on the seat

It's the nigga, the b-i-g b-o-i, o-u-t

Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug

And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs

I'm double fisted and you empty you can grab a cup

Boy stop, i'm just playin,

Boy stop??

Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.

Bendin' 'round corners in the 'lac.

We be clubbin'

Get up (x3)

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. what you want? you make me wanna breed. girl freeze.

We be clubbin'

Get up (x3)

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

I wish i was like six-foot-nine

So i could get with leoshi

Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine

You know i see her all the time

Everywhere i go, and even in my dreams

I can scheme of ways to make her mine

Cause i know she's livin phat

Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball

So how am i gonna compete with that

'cause when it comes to playing basketball

I'm always last to be picked

And in some cases never picked at all

So i just lean upon the wall

Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls

Who came to watch their men ball

Dag y'all! i never understood, black

Why the jocks get the fly girls

And me i get the hood rats

I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble

Got hit with a bottle

And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess

I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city

That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name

Glad i came to my senses

Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach

Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together

Right?

So when i asked her out she said i wasn't her type

(x2)

I wish i was little bit taller

I wish i was a baller

I wish i had a girl who looked good i would call her

I wish i had a rabbit in a hat with a bat

And a six four impala

He's phony

She's fake

Thats the type of people i hate

Ya'll know the lyrics, come sing with me

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,

Gimme the mic so i can take it away.

Off on a natural charge, bon voyage

Yeah, from the home of the dodgers, brooklyn squad

Wu-tang killerrr bees on a swarm!

Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm!

When you didn't even touch my skill,

You gotta have the one killer bee and he ain't gonna kill. now

Chop that down, pass it all around!

Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!

For any mc in any 52 states,

I gets psycho killerrrr norman bates!

My producer slam, my flow is like bam!

Jump on stage, and then i dun-daaaah!

But im a creep

(ooh, baby, i like it raww...)

I'm a weirdo

(yeah baby, i like it rawww!!!)

What the hell am i doing here

(ooh, baby, i like it raww...)

I dont belong here

(yeah baby, i like it rawww!!!)

Run, run run run

One time y'all

Throw your hands real high y'all

Yea, get down y'all

Let me see you, all y'all

Hennessy and trees, that's all i need

Back it up, don't stop

Hit the floor, make it drop

Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat

Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat

It goes left, right, left, right

Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right

Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it

Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it

Do the beattown mo, get cocky wit it

Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it

Ooh ooh baby come on you can wobble wit it

Ooh ooh baby come on you can hustle wit it

Do the beattown mo, get cocky wit it

Put ya hands in the air don't stop wit it

Oh oh

Oh oh

Hey ladies!!

This beat (hey)

This beat, this beat (c'mon)

This beat is sick

Lets have some fun

This beat is sick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Hey

This beat (hey)

This beat, this beat (hey)

This beat is sick

Don't think too much just bust that dick

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

Heyyyyyyy ladies in the place i'm callin' out to ya

There never was a city kid truer and bluer

There's more to me than you'll ever know

And i've got more hits than sadaharu oh

Tom thumb, tom cushman or tom foolery

Date women on t.v. with the help of chuck woolery

Words are flowing out just like the grand canyon

And i'm always out looking for a female companion

I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib

I took off her moccasins and put on my bib

I'm wheelin' and dealin' i make a little bit of stealing

I'll bring you back to the place and your dress i'm feeling

Your body's on time and your mind is appealing

Staring at the cracks up there upon the ceiling

Such and such be the bass that i'm throwing

Talking to a girl telling her i'm all knowing

She's talking to the kid

I'm telling here every lie that you know that i never did