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| Chemistry Performed by Semisonic I remember when I found out about chemistry It was a long, long way from here I was old enough to want it but younger than I wanted to be Suddenly my mission was clear So for awhile I conducted experiments And I was amazed by the things I learned From a fine fine girl with nothing but good intentions and a Bad tendency to get burned All about chemistry Won't you show me everything you know Ah wonder what you do to me Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh Some time later I met a young graduate When I had nobody to call my own I told her I was looking for somebody to appreciate And I just couldn't do it alone So for awhile we conducted experiments In an apartment by the River Road And we found out that the two things we put together had a Bad tendency to explode All about chemistry Won't you show me everything you've learned I'll memorize everything you do to me so I can Teach it when it comes my turn Fine spring day, California waves Sweet Pacific scenes through the Windows of airplanes and hotel rooms So when I find myself alone and unworthy I think about all of the things I learned from the Fine fine women with nothing but good intentions and a Bad tendency to get burned All about chemistry Won't you show me everything you know Ah wonder what you do to me Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh All about chemistry Won't you show me everything you've learned I'll memorize everything you do to me so I can Teach it when it comes my turn It's all about chemistry It's all about chemistry Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh |
| U Know U Ghetto Performed by Bishop you know you ghetto (don't be ashamed) you ghetto you ghetto (don't be ashamed) you ghetto you know you ghetto You kow you ghetto when you got rats and roaches the fan in the window, front door wide open you know you ghetto when you say "i aint offended" change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antennae you know you ghetto eatin chicken everyday with color weave in your hair, and you trickin for a pay gold teeth in your mouth out talkin loud and the car that you drive cost more than your house you know you ghetto when your job is illegal live in the projects with furniture like rich people you know you ghetto when you cook with lard and the only credit you got is your food stamp card you know you ghetto when you own section 8 have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late understand this song, get your jam on and yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on you know you ghetto (look at the way you walk) you ghetto (c'mon listen to how you talk) you ghetto (look at the clothes you wear) you ghetto ( haa look at that style of hair) you know you ghetto picken boogers then you flick em and eat with your hands stead of washin em, you lick em you dont know your daddy and your hair nappy people catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy you know you ghetto call a crib your house be at funerals screamin, fightin then fall out you know you ghetto sellin clothes you stole and when you go out its like a fashion show you know you ghetto with a name like Shaniqua Pookie, red and peanut butter puttin codes in your beeper when you her stuff, helicopter, city bus gettin fucked in an ice cream truck you know you ghetto only shop when theres a sale late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell you know you hetto when you pee outside catch bronchitis, get ??? and sleep tight you know you ghetto when yall stealin cable cussin and DJin on underground radio sayin yo mama jokes fightin on talk shows mattress against the wall aint no frame, its on the floor you know you ghetto with dreads, doo rags and braids weaves, colorful nails, afros, half way waves you ghetto, wont pay back money that you borowed and wearin an outfit you goin to return tomorrow you ghetto bettin on a number usin words like uh huhh, naw, and uh uh instead of sayin mom you say ma, instead of dad you say da you see nickel stores, barbeques, and laundromats you know you ghetto punchin aint playin house right your kids barefoot, playin outside eat food off the ground, sayin God bless the church let your kids drink beer, talkin bout it gives em worms you know you ghetto borrowin your friends clothes ran out of water supplies from people next door you know you ghetto heat the house with the oven and anybody famous from the hood your cousin you know you ghetto cussin out your teacher and when somethin happen your mama say Lordy Jesus! when you use street knowledge graduate from school and go to jail instead of college you know you ghetto barbeque-in every holiday pizza man wont even deliver around your way where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out moms at the gas station beggin for some change now |
| Freaks Of The Industry Performed by KottonMouth Kings Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out... Well... We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G Now they say that first do it means do it, time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it Not a heavy weight, but I'll go twelve rounds with a jab of the stick I'm going lick for lick, so give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man Just relax, and I won't front like arena, I mean to get the cream of the crop And I'll be taking it slow, never missing a spot, yes caress your back n chest You're kissing on my nose ring, I'll whisper in your ear Saint Dog Kottonmouth King, Oh big ST that's what you'll be screaming and creaming But its not a wet dream its the real, the freaky dog, dog nasty, Never letting a kitty cat get past me, without picking it up, petting it Teasing it, taking 3 home and pleasing it We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G Say you're G-in, nobody else is seeing And the freak that your with's in front of you, bending over naked As she's leaning on the dresser, boo-yeah, you're looking at her from the rear She looks just like Rebecca, not Rebecca with the singing career But the X rated video queen, ya know what I mean? All right here's the scene, you're lying on your back With your head on the edge of the bed The booty's 2 feet from your head, should you A. take the time to find a condom, B. walk right over and you pound em C. tell her that you want her love, well the answer is D. all of the above So you're freakin, the furniture's squeakin, she's tweaking, Saying that she's weak in the knees, cheek for cheek, and pound for pound I'm taxing it and waxing it and working it around Till the booty starts making that clapping sound Which is cool but your friends are chillin in the other room The clap is getting louder, you don't want them to clown you In this situation, what do you do? A. plainly simply back up off her B. you hit it just a little bit softer C. you take it out and put it in her butt Well this for Daddy X yo, yo listen up I put a towel on the floor by the 2 inch gap under the door And now ya can't see me anymore, to the lock to the top, But they can't listen, there'll be no barging in, there'll be no dissin Get back to the mission, broke out the whip cream and the cherry I go through all the 5 positions, my head under her leg under my arm under her toe She says I like it when you scream, Daddy let yourself go, I hit it, slid it, lick it, quit it, after the ride I put my clothes on I walk outside, And before anybody has a chance to speak I say Yo I'm Daddy X I guess I'm just a freak We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth kings The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G |
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