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| | | | Narcolepsy Ungh…………Ungh
Jay Love, with the, Avid Record Collector….Ungh!
And it’s about to go down like….like…..Like This!
Listen Here, You best to disappear, to make it crystal clear,
I’m a rip this here, don’t try to interfere/
Clear the path, when I’m coming,
Cause I’m strapped with a mic, Let’s see how fast you start running/
I’m gunning down your weakness, as I speak this in tongues,
From the streets with the bums, where kids sneak in their crumbs/
From being weak on the funds, became a thief on the run,
Reaking of rum, and MC’ing to the beat of the drums/
Don’t sleep on me son, my crew be rebels, your jewlery’s ghetto,
You ain’t a hardrock, your more like fruity pebbles/
So take off, rather break north, before I break off,
Your limbs, and rip your face off, then eat ‘em wit some steak sauce/
You gay cause, You on my nuts like when the nurse say cough,
So stay off, cause I’m a heat it up like a bake off/
I’m way raw, burning motherfuckers, like adolf,
Then made off, wit dues, I never even paid for/
{chorus} 1x
I’m tired of ya image, I’m tired of the gimmicks,
I’m tired of motherfuckers talk shit, but don’t live it/
MC’s will say anything, cause talking is cheap,
But I don’t hear them anyway, They got me falling asleep/
I’m tired of the diamonds, I’m tired of the violence,
I’m tired, Nah fuck it, I’m just tired of you rhyming/
MC’s will say anything, cause talking is cheap,
But I don’t hear them anyway, they got me falling asleep/
Simple & Plain, You rappers must be missing a brain,
I keep, switching the stations, but the shit is the same/
Itching for change, I don’t care if you be sippin’ champagne,
It’s all watered down, frozen, in a glistening chain/
I spit it for whoever’s in listening range,
From the bums, to the politicians sniffin’ the caine/
Jay Love – what’s up? I was givin the name,
While motherfuckers stay biting, like the fish in the rain/
Second to none, I’ll burn you like sess in a blunt,
And throw the ashes in the trash, after the session is done/
Keep testing me son, I spit nothing less than a ton,
Of what this is, disses, in a consecutive run/
It is, 7 to 1, You ain’t making it back,
So tape up your trap, everything you saying is wack/
You faking the rap, talking how, you making a stack,
Well, you can wake me after the hook, cuz I’m taking a nap/
{chorus} 1x
I’m tired of ya image, I’m tired of the gimmicks,
I’m tired of motherfuckers talk shit, but don’t live it/
MC’s will say anything, cause talking is cheap,
But I don’t hear them anyway, They got me falling asleep/
I’m tired of the diamonds, I’m tired of the violence,
I’m tired, Nah fuck it, I’m just tired of you rhyming/
MC’s will say anything, cause talking is cheap,
But I don’t hear them anyway, they got me falling asleep/
I’m not impressed with, flagrant emcees, that’s dressed with,
Ice down medallions, while rapping bout they necklace/
It’s senseless, so should I feel intimidated,
By an emcee, that rock more jewelry than my last date did/
I hate it, I made it for the people to listen,
Not spitting bout the evil in prison, or healing the system/
I deal with the rythym, right now, I’m feeling the ism,
I smoke till I fall asleep, in the fetal position/
It’s agonizing, the way that I’m a bat your eyes in,
Y’all ain’t thugs, you just false advertising/
Call the fireman, I’ll make it hot in here,
And keep that champagne, I’m sticking with this bottled beer/
What’s this ka-ka I hear, about your prada gear,
Bitch, you ain’t getting paid, like a volunteer/
The plot is clear, Jay Love, is who you got to fear,
Cause I’m a bitch slap you, when Avid drop the snare/
{scratches} | | | Only When Jay's Drunk It goes one for the chronic, two for the philly paper,
Got the ciroc vodka, in the refrigerator/
Break up the one, split the two, then a minute later,
We’ll be hazed and confused like Avid flipped the fader/
It’s that pimp shit brother, that will call up a bitch quick,
Make her come over & bring friends with big tits/
Here sit, hit this, You with them fishnets,
Im a make us a drink, but for now just sip this/
With the swiftness, I lined up the shots,
Straight up, like the time on the watch, it’s midnight, I’m in the spot/
Drunk & Twisted, Blunts & Bitches,
A combination for fun & mischief/
What the fuck is this shit? Canadian Club,
Sounds like a place to get bud, blaze & get drunk/
Poured it straight in the cup, yo – I’ll give it a shot,
I don’t got no pot to piss in, but I twist it a lot/
Sippin’ on scotch, tonight, I been mixing a lot,
Now I’m buzzing like strippers when they clippin’ their box/
I lick it a lot, and if a chick isn’t that hot,
I stick it only when I’m drunk, and give her the cock/
I been in detox, and now I’m drinking gin on the rocks,
Catching crabs, from a scalawag, bitch on the dock/
I’m kidding you not, I’m living in the bottom of a bottle,
I’m wack, Yeah – and Madonna doesn’t swallow/
I follow in the footsteps, of the drunken master,
Get drunk before a fight, and whoop your ass faster/
Took a class last year, in a pair of pajamas,
Went to bartending school, and passed with honors/
So – Pass the ganja, it’s time to get right yo,
Let’s get it crackin’, and blast off like nitro/
There’s the rifle, I’ll load it I’m psycho,
I bought it with the money I saved, using Geicco/
Back to the right flow, I’m watching you battle,
Your girls head on my lap, like she bobbin’ for apples/
I’m confident, that’s all, the rest is the game,
She bless me with brains, she’s an intelligent dame/
All pleasure, no pain, it’s a chemical chain,
You know how them pheremones, just get ‘em insane/
Well, let me explain, I was born to pimp,
Birthed off pornmanship, so that’s all I spit/
Call it quits, Never, I’ll stay another round,
Slug another down, chug a mug of the nut brown/
If I hear another sound, by some asshole, screaming last call,
I’m a stike him out, without a fuckin’ fastball/
My bad y’all, I’m losing my temper,
I’m screwed up, Drinking summer brew in december/
Due to the weather, let’s have another drink,
Fuck the babbitt, dag nabbitt, I’m wrappin’ up the stink/
Don’t matter what ya think, this is Alcohol/ism,
We get, drunk & stoned, till we out of commission/
I’m hammered & twisted, like a bent up nail,
I cannot fail, guinness just went on sale/
Bent off hempen ale, better get a pail,
I’ll drink anything to get drunk, like men in jail/
Better get up bail, I’m bout to catch another DUI.
This heffer wants to do me, so I’m wrestling her boobies/
Stop questioning, Whose keys? I got ‘em with no sweat,
Here, take these rufies, and make with the road head/
Or walk with your pro keds, or take the bus,
Don’t make a fuss, here’s the tree, break it up/
(I’m not a slut) You ain’t a slut, Look girl, I don’t doubt you,
it’s just that it’s rude, to talk with your mouthful/
We in route to the liquor store, to get some more,
So – Keep giving jaw, and lick the balls/
Kiss it all, and strip down to your little thong,
While I, Skeet – Skeet, down your throat, like Little Jon/ (yee-ah!)
Till the dawn, we getting crunk, and smoking the skunk,
I might fuck a fat bitch, but Only When I’m Drunk!
Only When I’m Drunk, (yeah!), Only When I’m Drunk! (come on!)
Only When I’m Drunk, (bitch!), Only When I’m Drunk! (come on!)
Only When I’m Drunk, (yeah!), Only When I’m Drunk! (come on!)
Only when I’m Drunk! |
| | Pimp Shit Yeah – Odd Couple Baby
Ha-Ha, Hide Your Daughters.
Yo – I stay drinking on an empty stomach, till I sink & plumett,
Thinking of it, Let’s get blunted, till we stinking of it/
I think I done it, cuz I’m one hit, over the edge,
I dove from the ledge, and can’t stand, on both of my legs/
Stumbling, over the keg, and it’s just the first inning,
Girls grinning, and all I can see is the world spinning/
I can’t move, I puffed mad boom, tryna find the bathroom,
Cause it feels like I’m gonna gag soon/
I’m torn from the bottles, praying to the porcelain goddess,
To try to ease the pain and the scorch from the vodkas/
Walked in to the topless, cuz I gotta get brain soon,
For the right price Chris, there is sex in the chapagne room/
I came soon, Psyche, I had whiskey dick,
I had to pay extra, like a pay-per-view titty flick/
That’s my lucky charm, so bitch, lick me dick,
And suck the shit out, like a fucking pixie stick/
{chorus} - 1x spit
This shit, Pimp shit, it’s kinda explicit,
We twisted, drinking & puffing a lit spliff/
We party wit bitches, erasing their lipstick,
This is, The Odd Couple, up in ya district/
{chorus} - 1x sung
This shit, Pimp shit, it’s kinda explicit,
We twisted, drinking & puffing a lit spliff/
We party wit bitches, erasing their lipstick,
This is, The Odd Couple, up in ya district/ | | All lyrics Copyright ©2004 Jay Love.
Published by Golden Shower Music (ASCAP). Reprinted with permission.  | |
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