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| The Hangover Song | The Move | |
| I'm Ready | Sugar Town | |
| Easy MCs | Lemonade | This Is It |
| Get Next To Me | Lonely Days | The Train |
Banacheck
(written by t Delroy and t.Nguyen)
Now I am living in a Coo Coo Clock and I am saying
We take it to the swing cause you know that I am playing
"Smooth The Track"
We are driving like the Dukes so you can call me Bo
Well they call me Mr. Mike when I grab the phone
But I rock the Gangsta Hoppa when I am all alone
Girlie at the deli counter getting all flustered
Double the meat, nothing but mustard
I have got the robot rhymes and the celery styles
Travel the globe and walk a million miles
Then I am making my list and double checking it
Cause "Superjuice is wrecking it"
We got all the fellas representing our crew
And getting down to he sound that we are making for you
We got all the ladies in the place getting loose
We get the hotties to he parties cause we're Superjuice
Now I rip it and I flip it like the Romper Room
I have got a ceiling mirror and a magic broom
With my sing-a-long song that was 8 years long
Getting cheeky with my speaky on the Cheechy and Truong
Listen, your style is wack, you buy your gear at the gap
We got Mr. Mike Nasty putting Carp on the map
So shut you yap and grab your 8 0 8
And get your girlie to the clinic cause I made her late
Now I will be your Homer you can be my Marge
When I'm getting real smooth like El' Debarge
Check six my position when I am out on a mission
Got to be out cause it is time to go fishing
We got all the fellas representing our crew
And getting down to he sound that we are making for you
We got all the ladies in the place getting loose
We get the hotties to he parties cause we're Superjuice
Yeah Yeah Yeah....
I banacheck the mic and then I am coming off
I'm not coming' from the Ayn Rand school for tots
Kev is a hot shot co-pres and he thinks he is slick
Cause all the Womby girls they be on his dick
Well I am naked as a jaybird most of the time
But the thought of getting bought is the Priminator Prime
It is divine intervention when I rock the mic
Or when I'm blasting through the corners on my big wheel trike
I used to hang with bird now he is into the future
I like this mic cause it is the one that I am used to
I put the balzack in it's cul-de-sac
Kids wait in the water cause were coming back
We got all the fellas representing our crew
And getting down to he sound that we are making for you
We got all the ladies in the place getting loose
We get the hotties to he parties cause we're Superjuice
Butterface
(written by t.Delroy)
Ohhh, she’s butter but, ohh, she’s butter but…
She’s Butter, but her, but her; face
[Verse 1: Delroy]
She’s a hot chick, I know this cause I’ve seen her
Dancing on a speaker, at the club like X-tina
I need some vagina, but first I need convincing
I order Henney Hpnos and the bartender starts mixing
She’s feelin’ me, I can see it her eyes
Soon me and Emma will be singing la la lullabies
Then she skates over like Elizabeth Manly
And she had bigger cups than my man Lord Stanley
She’s easy, I know cause she’s all over me
And I’ma get her open like a new tin of clover leaf
I stared at her in disbelief, “how could she be so hot and so fresh
But still by herself in that black dress?”
She’s good to go, and that’s good to know
A little makeout ‘till we break out, no time to go slow
They play the last song and we’re about to bounce to my place
Then they turn on the lights I see her butter Butterface
[Chorus]
Ohhh, she’s butter but, ohh, she’s butter but…
She’s Butter, but her, but her; face
[Verse 2: Seanny]
Next night, different bar, different atmosphere,
It’s The Firestation, make our entrance from the rear,
Because the owner is here, and Mark’s buying us beer,
Petra pours the next round of Red Bull and Belvedere.
The drinks melt away my fear and get me antsy in the pantsy
So I saunter to the dancefloor to bust a little dancy
Some broad slides up before I can look behind and
She’s already on me, bumpin’ and grindin’
First she starts to kiss me, the broad’s getting frisky
And even though we’re tipsy she orders us more whiskey
Now this getting risky, my drinks a little fizzy
I take a big swig and I start to get dizzy
And then it’s Lights out….. [one bar break]
“Now I’m brassed out” I wake up and start to think how I’m
“I’m assed out” that bitch musta drugged my drink but she’s still
“She’s passed out” and I need to bounce out this place
I chew off my own arm, to not wake the Butterface
[Chorus]
Ohhh, she’s butter but, ohh, she’s butter but…
She’s Butter, but her, but her; face
[Verse 3: Delroy]
Same club, same night, different situation
She’s a sexretary looking for some dictation
I was dressed to nines she was wearing next to nothing
She’s steady frontin shaking on her rumpin’
I said “what’s up Ann?” she was confused
Because that wasn’t her name, but still she couldn’t refuse
And she filled me with booze, and started dropping some clues
About how we should cruise and play some peekaboobie boos
So before I knews we made our way out the club
Walked home in the dark, I was looking for grub,
But she was looking for love, so the hottie was all pushy
We got into her place and then the hottie ‘shushed’ me
“red flag” she said “my parents are home”
“red flag” “but we can act all alone”
“red flag” I ask for ID just in case
She’s only 16? What? But her, But her age...
[Chorus]
Ohhh, she’s butter but, ohh, she’s butter but…
She’s Butter, but her, but her; face
Easy MC's
(written by t.Delroy, t.Nguyen, m.Healey)
Well it’s the Easy MC’s and we came here to stretch
We had a little problem with our 22 catch
And the problem is this I’m fed up with fish
Could you turn it into bread money?
Call me a tree hugger I’m about the green
About the St. Ides, about being obscene
About being not seen with Charlie Sheen in that brothel
And swallow our pride even when it tastes awful
We’re getting all the stuff that we just don’t deserve
And we’re sellin’ out our vibe ‘til we’re drinkin’ Reserve
Droppin’ styles that sell and sellin’ out ‘till we’re sold
And change up our style when it starts to get old
Even move to the south go nanahnahda
And pretend were not from Cananahda….EH?
Well it’s the E A Z MC’s
With our new Get Paid Theory
Make Money, Make Mo-Ho-ney
Easy Mc’s, Easy Mc’s
“Cause we won’t stop cause we can’t stop” 4x
Well it’s the Easy MC’s and we came here to sell
And we’re living the life but then were going to hell
Makin’ moves we use but we can’t discuss
With the Big Big Boom in the Nucleus
Cause it’s not about you it’s all about us
It’s all about the limos…so fuck the bus
And fuck the underground we don’t need your sound
Cause we’ve got your demographic we don’t need your pounds
Yo’ keeping it real was just keeping us poor
Sold our name for some fame in the Superjuice store
You claim I crossed over but how could I cross
Since I’ve always been over and I’ve never been lost
Now who’s the boss of the Superjuice Crew?
It’s not Tony, Samantha tells what to do
Money to us is like Honey to Pooh
And we stay at the top because we like ‘the view’
We’re the first MC’s with an IPO
When my options vest I’ll be the first to go
Superjuice… I-N-C
Got Amex, Visa and Discovery
And Mastercard and if times are hard
We’ll sell our mom’s stuff on our front yard.
Well it’s the E A Z MC’s
With our new Get Paid Theory
Make Money, Make Mo-Ho-ney
Easy Mc’s, Easy Mc’s
“Cause we won’t stop cause we can’t stop” 4x
Just dames and senoritas with litres of Margaritas
Eatin’ metres of fajitas and puffing fat Cohibas
We got Peters in wife beaters with 9 millimitres
And they call us cheaters cause we’re stealin’ their Chiquitas
Eatin pitas at the pit is just so middle class
Now I work for The Juice, I don’t work for Lacasse
And we’re rollin’ on our twenties till we run out of gas
Then we get on the sat phone and order some ass
And a side of wings and a bucket of sauce
And a grapefruit vodka from Petra Kos
We… Flossed our songs right into singles
We… Hit the spot and had to mingle
We… tapped the yacht – hot, cold and beer
I’ve got a brand new Bentley from every year
I got a brand new toilet made from solid gold
And for some reason my wife is always 20 years old
She can take half my cash but never take it all
I got half invested in alcohol
If we need more money out of all of yall
We’ll release a greatest hits or a new anthol
So the Superjuice Reserve will never run dry
And we couldn’t even spend it all if we tried
Changing up our style to what ever is selling
"Gangsta Gangsta" - what the fuck are they yellin?
Well it’s the E A Z MC’s
With our new Get Paid Theory
Make Money, Make Mo-Ho-ney
Easy Mc’s, Easy Mc’s
(repeat ad nauseam until J.Grizzle decrees that it is permissible for us to
stop)
Get Next To Me
(written by t.Delroy and k.Boland)
Well it's the crew that don't quit, the crew that don't quite fit
The crew that be more handsome than my man Brad Pitt
The guys that get you so high you'll never come down
Don't ever mess around with the Superjuice sound
It's the world-renowned Mr. Man with the fan
I got more holes in my Saki's than all of Japan
I drop so much shit they call me MC Bran
Giving throttle to the model got me banned from Milan
Cause I'm Mr. All-Night and if you're Mrs. Not-Tight
I'm Mr. Jiggle-It-Until-It-All-Feels-Right
With all that being said and all that being spread
I gotta hand it to the man who's more baked than bread
Well I take it, I break it - when lovin' - I make it
Good God goodness sake it - if you got it - than shake it
I Quake it, I Flake it, I'm Mr Go….Fast
Don't refill the grill cause I got the gas
Like a blast from the past I gotta be
The controller of the board of monopoly
You claim I sold out, but I was already sold
I never claimed to be hard, I just go for the gold
Cause I'm older than old, ask T. McGee
"How's your nuts?" there's a party in 203
Best not bring your girl or your gunna see
That all the ladies want to get next to me.
So Get Next To Me baby, Ohh you think your hot?
Well I got money baby, What? How much you got?
And if you play with me baby, I'll make you feel good
So Get Next To Me baby, like you know you should.
Ass…Ass…Baby
Present past and future - my rump shakin's in tense
They call me mister camping cause I pitch tents
I'm Smellroy flatulence from the stench of my scents
I wanna twist the chick from the show Streetcents….
And in our defense we gotta say one thing
I'm Big motherfucking Mike, and I don't sing
And I came full swing with the fling in France
We got the ring out your collar your girl out her pants
And I'm crazy like Jen Hayley@chat
Dot Carleton, pinned her to the wresting matt
Then he tagged me, I put her in the cobra clutch
She tried to tap out but it was just too much
So hit the clutch and apply the breaks
And I got more rhymes than Jim Rome has takes
And if your booty shakes then get it closer girl
I'll put more wand in your pond than Milton Berle
I'll make your pubes curl, and I'll set your world straight
If I could please just get a date…
Or someone else like a mate or someone else that I see
Or someone else that I be on my spree in Paris
Getting paid in the shade the magic number is three
So honey bring some money and get next me
So Get Next To Me baby, Ohh you think your hot?
Well I got money baby, What? How much you got?
And if you play with me baby, I'll make you feel good
So Get Next To Me baby, like you know you should.
Hold up quick stop the dance… (why)
I gotta pipe bomb in my pants… (oh my)
So call the bomb squad before it blows
Tell them to send some girls in tight white clothes
Don't know bout that, but choke up on the bat
Cause I got the catnip For your kitty cat
And if your living real fat you best bring some butter
Cause I'm on a roll that includes… your… mother
Quick…fast…pass that glass
I see a girl from my past that I love to harass
If she was sailing on the D's I'd be raising the mast
If she gave me a gas pedal I'd be going real fast
But see you'll never surpass me you'll never out gas me
And even Everlast could never out last me
If you wanna test, you best step up and see
Kent Jeudy-Hugo filmed it for Discovery
If you're at home watching it all ONtv
You could be the next contestant on "Get Next To Me"
(I'm a sex robot)
So Get Next To Me baby, Ohh you think your hot?
Well I got money baby, What? How much you got?
And if you play with me baby, I'll make you feel good
So Get Next To Me baby, like you know you should.
The Hangover Song
(written by t.Delroy)
Cause we’re hung over and we wish that we were dead
It’s hard to sleep cause someone puked all over my bed
My breath stinks like I ate the ass of Mr. Ed
But let’s stop whining and go get some head
I’m so hung over, feeling so confused
I kicked the fat bitch out now and I’m feeling used
I hear I stole a taxi, the cops weren’t amused
I got punished…the liquor…it got abused
And I aimed for the toilet but got it all on my shoes
While hanging out with Charlie Sheen and his date Tom Cruise
I spent last night drinking way too much booze
And now I’m dying and I’m crying the hangover blues
Cause we’re hung over and we wish that we were dead
I gotta get some Advil to sooth my aching head
I rammed and jammed until my little one eyed buddy bled
But let’s stop whining and go eat some bread
I woke up this morning and I wanted to die
I got soaking wet pants and I don’t know why
My dog’s shaved bald and he stinks of rye
And I should put some ice on my black eye
And oh my God I have a tattoo on my thigh
It says “I’ll always love you” then has the name of a guy
My ass is sore and I’m going to cry…
Welcome to my world of the blood shot sky
Cause we’re hungover and we wish that we were dead
Sorry your honor I didn’t hear what you said.
The pain is coming and it is starting to spread
But let’s stop crying cause it’s all in our head
I swear to God, I’ll never do it again
I’ll cross my heart and I’ll say amen
I used to feel like 50 bucks but now I feel like 10
And I got Gone To Korea from some chick named Jen
And my sunshine got stolen by those bastards Len
My alarm went off and I don’t know when
I gotta get up and be at work by ten
Oh shit it’s one thirty…fired again
Cause we’re hung over and we wish that we were dead
I woke up bruised and used in my neighbor’s shed
With one black eye and one bloodshot stinking red
But let’s stop whining and go eat some lead
I'm Ready
(written by t.delroy)
[chorus]
If you wanna come back, I’m ready baby
If you’re done with the past, I'm waiting baby
If you wanna come back, I’m ready for you
Are you ready for me, lets try and see…
No regrets; I always said,
I’d never have any fillin’ up my head
But now I lay awake at night alone in my bed
Thinking about what was said, and I wish I was dead
Not really, but I wish you were hear,
So I could make it clear, things ain’t what they appear
Through all the tears, all of those years
I felt your fear, I cried your tears
But no you’re nowhere near, And I’m full of regret
You told me you wish that we never met
I know you’re upset, But could you ever forget?
Could you ever forget, please baby forget.
[chorus]
No regrets how’d it get this way?
I think about you baby each and every day.
And I gotta say, although its really hard,
I’ve never ever felt this way for a broad
My heart is scared and my soul is scarred
That I’ll wake up forever without you there
Without the smell of your hair, the kiss of your smile
I ain’t from Egypt I can’t live in denial
Missed your style for a while, And I’m full of regret
You told me you wish that we never met
I know you’re upset, But could you ever forget?
Could you ever forget, please baby forget.
[chorus]
[bridge]
I would love make you love me
Want to kiss and want to hug me
And to think that you’re my honey
There’s no one, no one above me
But I know that you just couldn’t
Maybe wouldn’t, maybe shouldn’t
But please know I’d be good and
Oh so sweet, so sweet like pudding
[chorus]
Lemonade
(written by t.delroy)
[Intro]
If you’re hot we’ll get you hotter
Grab some lemonade, don’t reach for water
If you’re hot we’ll get you hotter
Drink lemonade, fuck water
[Verse 1]
I’m thirsty, like an asslete off the bench
I got a fever for the flavor that I just can’t quench
A fever for her stench, like she was french
A fever for a lemonade serving wench
I got a fever for her flavor and I loved her behavior
Save her, be her savior then savor it for later
She’s my little cabbage patch girl and I’m her Xavier
She didn’t leave her panties so I gotta run a caper.
Cause I’m a cape crusading, masturbating,
Procrastinating, dude you’re hating
The guys your sister’s dating, that keeps her waiting…
So frustrating….Lemonading…
[Chorus]
If you’re dancing feelin’ hot
And you never want to stop
Well you don’t have to leave the floor
Put your hands in the air and start screaming for…
LEMONADE!
[Verse 2]
How you doin ladies, what is the word?
I got a feeling what I’m feeling just might be absurd
So keep me from wondering, is it raining is it thundering?
Why don’t you lift up your shirt, and please show me what’s under and
And keep me from blundering and dotting your eyes
I put my liples on your nipples till you kiss the sky
Till I kiss your pie, and get you mystified
I got more girlies in my book than sweet valley high
And I apologize to Kweli, but I gotta say
Fuck the smarter way, we doing us some broads today
Undoing bras today, so the braaahhs can play
Another day: another Lemonade
[Chorus]
[bridge]
Hotel, motel, the back of my car
If she’s wearing that mini skirt, you know that she’ll go far
Hotel, motel, the back of Jeff’s truck
If she’s drinking lemonade, you know she likes to...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From the golden gate, to the garden state
I make the ladies wait, and then I make then late
And then I make them hate, cause I get them loose
Looks like timmer was in her, dropped some Superjuice
I’m in the business of pleasure and business is booming
I’m on a hunt for your treasure, in your pants I’m assuming
And you know that we’ll measure before we get to the spooning
I’ll call you at my leisure and we’ll be resuming
Cause I’m a renegade, on a crusade, for the
Sexcapade in my Escalade
I’ll serenade, the Panty Parade
Get paid in the trade spend it all on lemonade
[Chorus]
Lonely Days
(written by t.delroy, b.gibb, m.gibb, r.gibb)
I can spend every day, every night, out on tour,
Cause there's a home at the end with you.
So we spend every day, every night, on the phone
Talking about everything we will do.
And with you by my side,
The ceiling's the sky, and nothing can touch your guy.
Because you believe, I can achieve anything,
Your king, let the Bee Gees sing:
Lonely days, lonely nights;
Where would I be without my woman?
I could spend every day, every night, hanging out,
Staying and playing in bed with you.
But you keep me on my focus, on lotus,
With POTUS, you know this is what I do.
Cause I gotta keep moving units, and do this,
Right now, cause the industry going down.
But soon we'll escape, when I fill our safe,
With enough cake for the rest of our days and...
Lonely days, lonely nights;
Where would I be without my woman?
The Move
(written by t.delroy)
Time to go oh no, look who’s rolling dolo,
Just me, my khaki’s and my brand new SlowGo
Let’s light up my logo and speed up my slow dough
Went from openin’ your show, to headling mine yo.
And I’m fine yo’, spend more fins than a dorsal,
She wants my tasty morsel, deep inside her torso,
There’s no remorse yo, so I’m not the guy,
I clock the shy girls like fat chicks clock pie.
Ran out of rye so, I downed the Triamenic,
Drank too much Triaminic; almost went Diabetic,
Now I got a headache so I down T3,
Dropped a forty ounce than that forty ounce dropped me.
Bite my nails, while the strippers do rails,
Bite the mailman when that prick delivers the mail,
Chasin’ tail, making bail and kick it with Smooth
Get that ass to the floor baby, that’s The Mooove
[chorus]
We get that feeling that we’re so appealing
By the way you’re squealing, for Superjuice
And if you need more fire, to spark the desire
Make the move and we’ll get you loose
And if you’re face is butter, but you need a lover
Meet us undercover, after this groove.
If you shake your butt, we can hook you up,
No worries baby; that’s The Moooove
Stop the presses, and take of your dresses,
If you’re fine, get in line and start givin’ me kisses,
And some smooth caresses, and I’ll sign your chestses,
Especially if you look like Amy from Evanesense.
And all you actresses, want me to buy drinks?
And y’all think I can’t rap cause I listen to Blink?
And Belvedere, well you will hear,
Why your sister’s always looking to give me veneer.
She calls me Elroy Claus, she got what she was wishin’,
When I divided her legs like a mathematician,
She got so much rod, she thought she was fishin’
Disappeared the next morning like I was a magician
So quite your bitchin’ I see you clocking my rims,
Cruise by the high school looking for trim
“Don’t those girls look a little young for him?”
If they’re old enough to swim, then they’re old enough for Tim.
[chorus]
Sex, drugs, rock and roll,
She lost her virginity; I lost my soul.
She played the stripper; I played the pole.
She let me play the back nine, I four putted the hole
My cash flow might be slow, but yo, there’s no less,
Than three arms ticking, on my 12 dollar Rolex,
But I’m not homeless and I’m not phoneless,
Jeez, that little tease like a chicken she was boneless.
I said take a bit and she took a fit…
Just got in the game, not aimin’ to quit,
Just send me the payment I made for my hit,
Old lady cut me off I told her “eat shit,”
And flew the finger. I’m a dead ringer,
For bad guitar playing punk rock singer.
Even God can’t judge me, I won’t give her a chance
Just remove your pants and do our dance
[chorus]
Sugar Town
(written by t.delroy, l.hazlewood, s.allison)
[Chorus]
I got some troubles, but they won’t last,
And pretty soon, all my troubles will pass,
Cause I’m in Shoo- Shoo- Shoo, Shoo- Shoo- Shoo
Sh- Shoo- Shoo- Shoo… Sugar Town
[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning; Ran out of gas,
Too late for school; got kicked out of class
Met a fly honey; didn’t get ass,
Found out my gold watch, was made out of brass…
When all your glass has fallen and shattered
You’re girl’s getting’ fatter, and you’re getting madder,
Say “Fuck that shit”; Hakuna Matata
And go to the place where it just doesn’t matter; It’s Sugar Town… Let’s all go
down to Sugar Town
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
‘I got so much trouble on my mind…’
So I drink myself blind…
To escape the grind, to relax and unwind,
Take a trip to find the Sugar Town shine…
Cause sometimes you need to turn off the phone,
Drink alone, scream and moan, when no one is home
And take of your pants, and do that dance
That shuga sha shuga sha shuga town dance
It’s time to start living like you won the lotto
So grab a gelato and one or two models
“Fuck that shit” like Mr. Roboto
Then climb in the bottle and crank up the throttle to Sugartown… We’re getting
roundy pounds in Sugar Town.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Wipe off your sad frown,
Throw out your hand me downs,
And Pack your bags now
Let’s move to higher ground
Baby, baby… Sugar Town…
Let’s all start getting down in Sugar Town
[Verse 3]
Our whole lives we’re force fed lies,
About how we’ll never ever survive,
“If you don’t plan now, it won’t pan out”
But yell ‘fuck that’ crowd; let’s take a stand now,
Look ahead that’s fine, but let’s not waste time
We spend half our lives just waiting in line
The other half planning for the other half
Let’s do the math, choose the smarter path
Sean likes: Sammy, Danny, Manny and Randy
Let’s head to Japandi, and score us some panties
“Fuck those girls” Get randy with Bambi
I’m uppin’ the ante and takin’ my Candy to Sugar Town… Blah blah blah to Sugar
Town
[Chorus]
[General foolishness and fantastic delroy singing to fade]
The Train
(written by t.delroy)
[choo choo]
hop on the train or hop off the tracks;
we’re hopping on wax,
Never stopping with our hip hoping stacks,
And if you don’t know than you need to ask where you’ll find the….
[Delroy]
Little fucker like me, who be rollin’ the sweet
Who be holdin’ a key, who be strolling with heat
Cause I got Seoul and controllin’ the beats
And I’m not here to compete; I’m here to get in your seat
I got a budget that’s wild, a lawsuit that’s filed
I’ll great you when I meet you with some coke and a smile.
And if it that ain’t enough well just make it enough
Because I’m calling your bluff and I’m making it rough
I got rhymes and jokes like strippers do lines of coke
She needed me to feed it, so I gave her a poke
Wanna shake it up? Well let’s make it a train,
And I’m gone cause Sean well he’s making it rain…
[Seanny]
It’s the train where the caboose comes first
And the engine is up second and I’m making you work
And I know it hurts but for whatever it’s worth
You’ll be beggin’ for more by the end of the verse
I dropping certs so my breath is so fresh
So clean, we’ll run a train while he’s rolling the green,
And I’m now I’m here and I’m making a scene,
With a little Jim Beam and I’m making you scream…
[choo choo]
hop on the train or hop off the tracks;
now hop on your back,
If you don’t know than you need to ask
Cause some bitches don’t know how to act
when they’re riding on the…
[Seanny]
The S-Train is pulling into your station,
Next stop, I’m a pop in for relations,
Time for ramification, how’s your pain toleration?
The train’s chuggin’ so fast you’re gunna get an abrasion
I’ll bump your ticket, so you’re riding first class
And the tracks are running straight up that ass
I like to slam on the breaks and then pump on the gas
My man del’s up next so puff, puff and pass
[Delroy]
How much grey goose you want splashin’ that glass?
Just to get you loose, till I splash in that ass
Not too fast, not too slow; not too hot, not too cold
Not too young, Never too old;
Never bought never sold, play my cards never fold
I’m conductor Delroy best do what you’re told
I got my gold in the polling position,
I do it with precision, Then let my friends in.
And if you like it then get some to go
With a little hot sauce and side order of blow
Ride the….
[choo choo]
hop on the train or hop off the tracks;
now hop on your back,
If you don’t know than you need to ask
Cause some bitches don’t know how to act
[Break]
This Is It
(written by t.delroy)
[delroy]
I ride my 40oz to freedom just like Sublime
Then I’m bangin’ out the beats at the Guggenheim
Then I’m bangin’ out the rhyme one line at a time
Then I’m bangin’ up the charts in other words I climb
And I’m bangin’ with my brothers that’s my paradigm
Never bangin’ with your mother, my good friend of mine
Never bangin’ with each other on the nickel and dime
We be the baddest combination since lemon and lime
It’s the...summertime and all the girlies be shaken’
Drink martinis till the damn bikinis are taken
Spread the bread around until all the money I’m makin’
Is gone, then I kick back and I write a another song
[defacto]
Look at this, young yella boy who messed with your sis
Girls kiss me first like I was in parenthesis
Album’s platinum like this watch sittin on my wrist
And never talk to Defacto when I’m takin a piss
Never kissin’ with Kris I stick to crackin’ the Quarties
No need for the weed when I mackin’ the shorties
Always packin’ the Forties, holdin’ on for dear life
Dear Ron, I gotta split, Sincerely, The Knife
[Chorus]
The Superjuice crew loves to get down
And we got a lot of love that we love to spread around
We get, brand new girls almost every night
We need it, you want it, we’re feeling right
[big mike]
C’mon and roll with the Juice we’ll never let you down
We’ve got that 2 naked lesbian slippery sound
I’ve seen that girl that your crew passes around
You best bring that hound back to the pound
If you come round to play ball in Carpangles
You best stay in The Bay you couldn’t handle this
And it’s scandalous the way brass mo’ gets me blind
Now I got a 50/50 I’m looking to grind
[defacto]
And if you can find time just to spend with me
I can unwind your mind with some ecstasy
But not that ill little pill that you bought in Whoville (on the hill)
I’ll have you sexing and reflexing on a beach in Brazil
And if you need me, I’ll be chillin with Jill
I got Jack so jealous that he’s threatened to kill
Chased me from Louisville way down to Deluth
So I’ve locked my ass in a trunk like Ray Caruth
[Chorus]
[big mike]
Yes I love cashing checks, and I love Aural Sex
And I love my x-ray specks and my bass climax
And I’m into NOFX and teasing rednecks
I down a pound of brown that I chase with a Becks
I’m able on the decks and stable in my Lex
I got the black label cable streamin X X X
We got the dancer on the table looking all perplexed
Cause Defacto’s going off getting all complex (about his new codex)
[delroy]
I love the feeling of sex when there’s only one out
On a hot summer day, I got the water gun out
I got Yay’s for Day’s so they’ll never run out
Drove too fast in the street and I damn near spun out
But I got… A-B-S and yes you got breasts on your chest
And yes I might just be obsessed and I’ma suggest…yes
That we head on a quest and get undressed…
And rest on the beach in Key West
Now all the best girls wanna have sex with me
Cause of my super hot single “Get Next To Me”
Cause of my ex and all the gawddamn checks they see
Now I’ll leave you feelin’ funny like ecstasy
Chorus The Superjuice crew loves to get down
And we got a lot of love that we love to spread around
We get, brand new girls almost every night
We need it, you want it, we’re feeling right
We need it, you want it, we gots, gots, gots to have it.
We need it, you want it, we gots, gots, gots to have it.
