(Click green link, above, to play song) Working title:
LISTEN UP, BITCH
Lil' Bow Wow (Jr.):
Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full o' dough,
From the C-O representin' So-So,
the girls recognize and these dudes do to
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school
So make room next to your little backstreet poster
Cause Bow Wow's here and it is over, ya HEARD?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
in the big body shot, writin' on dubs
I've been seen with the baddest
Heard with the best
And I got it like that from the east to the west
Look in my eyes, Yeah, I know, I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets
All I hear them sayin' is,
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
And all the girls around the way that love
how its going down, say
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
And all the girls around the way that love
how its going down
MARKO-MARK:
Yeah, I’m a Frisco boy,
Old School, Haight-A,
I wasn’t born in your USA,
I been t’ cool school,
but I’ll act yo’ fooley-fool,
I’m already/DEEP into the KOOL-
AID, I’m deep in the MIX
out here in the sticks
with these North Bay, white-boy gangsta hicks,
I’ll even parlez-vous on beh-h-h-alf o’ YOU
with this down-low, don’t-know
cracker crew
in this Jimmy-cracked-corn cracker rendezvous,
sheeeeit….
(Are you with me, CC?)
Lil' Bow Wow Jr.:
...yeah that's me
that's got your daughter in a frenzy
yeah that's me
that's got her arguing with her friends about
who gonna
get me when they see me
do you?
see him? ooh, he the man
13, game lock
don't trip
all that
and a bag of chips
Hi my name is
MARKO-MARK:
America’s changin’, wickety-whack,
ya got t’ change wit’ it
there aaaaaain’t nuthin’ to it
'Cause if everything is everything
and what it is, is what it is,
with relativity, see?
You just gotta square up
the E equals MC,
sheeeit….
BITCH.
See, that ain’t my M.O.,
I don’t go with the flow,
I NEVER tip up to the
toe-to-toe,
it's either duckityduck or dance,
or get off the floo’,
‘cause I’m yo mama’s pimp,
and you be Daddy’s ho’)
'cause if what it is, is what it is
then the real heartbeat on the Arab streetis not what it is, but what it SHALL BE...Are you D-I-G-G-I-N me?
so don't you ever try to gaffle ME,..
BITCH.
Lil' Bow Wow:
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
And all the girls around the way that love
how its going down say,
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with my now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
And all the girls around the way that love
how its going down....
MARKO-MARK:
It's gangsta lite they're tryin' t'o fix
man, they all be talkin' in
peckerwood e-BON-ics,
('wickety-wickety whack,
homeboy's on crack,
he's beatin ' up on cripples
'cause they don't fight back,
whickety-wickety whack,
homeboy's on crack,
he's beatin ' up on cripples
'cause they don't fight back...')
Yeah, I’ll be yo' O.G.B ON THE Q.I.T
with these North Bay M.C wanna-be's,
You better not be givin’ it away for free,
bring yo baby-booty over here to me,
I’ll teach you ALL about
rela-ti-vi-ty,
LIke this right here:
Where where you be? Relative to me?
Hell, I'D tap it....I might even....DO IT FOR FREE!
If it was up to me I’d give it all a 3 ,
Shit, that ain’t rhythm, that's O.C.D!!
I got glide in my stride, I got hip in my dip,
Yeah, I'm ALL OVER this Mothership...
So have no fear, my darlin' dear,
your Cap-tain Save-A-'HO' is here,
I'm sick wit' it, I'm on TOP of it,
I'm tippin' off the tip-top of what is
hip about ze HIP HOP, yeah,
Get to THAT...My shit is large, girl,
and I'm livin' it, I'm lovin' it,
I'mlivin'itlovin'itlivin'itlovin'itooh....
Whatchu mean? Watchu mean can I bust out a rhyme?
Sheeeit...
Can I bust out a rhyme??
Shit, I'm doin' it now,
I do it ALL the time.
Like-a this right here:
This, here, in
triple-decker woody the woopty-woop
peckerwoodpecker laid down in
8-4 TIME, eight-four time, stop on a dime,
do his and yours and hers and mine
check it out, check it out
I can beat my own time......
I loves it when you call me, 'Daddy-O,'
so put your hands in the air
like you got no
hair
down
there
Song: San Rafael, 2006
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