Poor Me (lyrics)

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Produced by 84 Caprice
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I thought that I would have whatever I want,
Oooh oooh.
Until I turned 16 and I don't' have a Galant.
Vroom vroom.
Meeee, poor me.
Oooh.
My mom and dad are probably gon' have to die tonight.
Meeee, poor me.

I'm so helpless, without my allowance I think I'm useless.
Give me my money, mama.
How are you gonna let your son struggle in the mall all weekend?
Is that what you want me to do, take myself right off the deep end?

Meeee, poor me.
Somebody help me please, help me please.

I'm dying in inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinkin' that maybe I'll just sit back down and cry.
I'm dying inside, I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm thinking that maybe I'll just lay back down and die.

Meeee, poor me.

President (lyrics)

Produced by Willie Wonka
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I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Yup, two houses on the south side.
I bought land, motherfucker, meet me outside.
I crossed the globe slow, like a tornado.
Fuckin' with the P. R. O. F. is so
Past your honor roll, listen.

Look at this, another party sold out.
I made a movement in the norsk, it's the cold south.
This Ric Flair, it has got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!
Who bucks like me? Kill the club dead.
Who fucks like me? I break the fuckin' bed.
Hustled up some bootstraps, son,
I tightened my belt,
It runs in my city, so I signed myself.
I'm a thorough-bred, Powderhorn is in my nuts.
I keep two of 'em, case some bitches wanna fuck.
People ask me if I'm the best as if that is a question,
If you thinkin' that you can be even with me, I'd find that quite offensive.


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Back to the fast life, I'm a crack pipe,
And I guess my pace is sick.
Waitresses,
Put 'em all together till their faces kiss,
Basic shit.
These rappers shows is so bogus,
Oh no what a waste this is.
So sue me, Susie, spray a uzis in the path where the plaintiffs shits.
These whiskey muscles got me on the pump,
Today I'm 'bout to ride an elephant around the southside,
Eat some pussy for lunch.

Because this Ric Flair got me on the swoll, SWOLL!
I'ma catch a million, I'ma buy a BOAT!

Fuckin' rappers, they all dog shit.
They can get on their knees, I need my balls licked.
I need the whip fast, whiplash homeboy,
Get cash, own toys, piss test, NO!
Point blank is I remain the wildest MC in the state.
Catch a quick buzz and I lift up shot for shot try to keep pace.
Put it all together and you'll never find another rapper that will do a show like me.
I do what I want, whenever I feel, walk in the White House I don't even show ID!


I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

I'm the president, I do my thang.
I run this city, I'm the fuckin' king.
Gampo,
Yeah I bring 'em out,
I parties like a motherfucker, help me out.

Daughter feat. Brother Ali (lyrics)

Produced by DJ Absolute
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When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

Suck my dick get a face-full.
Why can't Prof be all about the pesos?
So unapologetic,
I give a shit about your chicken's little rhetoric.
My girl don't take no shit,
Try to put a muzzle on me then I'm burning a bridge.
Motherfucker, respect my animal,
Push me in a corner I'll split your cantaloupe.
All the haters that don't like my shit,
If you really got a problem come and fight me, bitch.
Never before so many heads been talking,
Like they can jump in my shoes and start walking.
Everybody wants money where there ain't none,
We'll see who's standing when the race done.
I don't want to be found, I'm a needle,
Privileged enough to be built by the people.
That means I only got one boss,
I see 'em every time I look in the crowd.
I pledge my allegiance to them,
This is slop house baby let the story begin.
When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

God God God given.
You don't gotten follow my religion to recognize that I'm different.
Can't contain it, grab it, tame it, chain, cage or enslave my dedication.
No second place in the race to make it,
Lace up your shoes for the marathon, chase it.
Sweated on stage a decade and came close enough to wipe sweat off the face of greatness.
Y'all got low expectations,
Hit first base and start celebrating.
Chest inflated, saying that you made it,
Pouring Gatorade on each other's faces.
Waste of the space you take,
What y'all call scrapin' is our vacation.
I was of the day where always creating,
By yours truly, I literally make shift.
Dictate haters, take dick,
But I don't give a fuck so they can't take shit.
Prof, let me say and extra Minnesohta,
I don't give a fah-hah-hack, roll home.
When you're out there in the woods,
And finally find something you love,
Better take what's yours.
If I raised her all on my own,
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah.
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone.
Yeah

Hush baby, don't say a word,
Don't you ever be afraid to surge.
I watch you spread your wings and fly no matter how much it hurts.
Single father, doubled as a mother,
Kept her out of harms way, trouble never touched her.
Never had nothing but each other,
Whether we strive or suffer or thrive or go hungry.
Nurtured and loved her to a full grown woman,
Now ducks wanna jump up and try to rush her.
Pardon my thug if it make wanna scuffle and make me knock the block off one of y'all motherfuckers.

Immaculate inception,
I made her by myself when I was drunk.
She spit, fuck, cuss like a muhfuck,
She finally coming into her own.
And now you want up into my home,
Talking about you want custody, leave us alone.
La dee da dee, we like to party,
You can take her over my dead body.

If I raised her all on my own
If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah
You'll die when you see her fly when she's gone
Yeah

Lucky (lyrics)

Produced by M. C. Rentz
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A poor boy, she's a real rich girl, and that's the story, aye-yeah.

Give me one small shot, see that girl over there looking like a snob?
She look like a little wealthy angel, I'll impress here with my gampo talk.
I say my name, she says her's too.
She flipped me the bird and her friends laugh like it's cool, yeah.

Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

She treats me like a punk,
If I knew any better I would say she's a cunt,
If I knew her any better I would say she's a manipulating bitch of a witch with some boobs in the front.
She smiles well, you can tell her friends
I think I'm in love with this girl, I'm saying ooooooh.
I want to see her every single day,
She's looking at me like I'm dumb,
But I really wanna walk her home.
Her daddy said my money ain't long, ain't long, ain't loooooooong, long enough.
Say oooh girl,
Do you think I'm some sort of fool, girl?
Hey-yeah.
Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Wherever she goes, wherever, I'll be right on her toes,
That's my darling.

Baby looking good and if I think about a way that I could impress her I would,
Like if I started lifting weights, or if I beat a bully up, I think that is what is up,
I could make money selling drugs, and just like her daddy I'd be ballin'.
But that's quite a pipe dream.
Pretty sure that this little itty bitty evil slut maybe don't even slightly like me.
I'm slightly smarter, and she's slightly retarded,
And she swung and lightly slapped me when I slightly farted.
She's super super tan, me I'm a clever young hooligan.
I got the swagger no matter what mood I'm in.
How chould she not understand how cool I am?
She's acting sassy because I ain't got no dollars.
I swear I'll be rich and famous then come back and holler.
Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Man, I swear to god I'll be as rich as you,
I just need a little time.
Don't you be conceited, even though you're cute,
I can make you change your mind.

Myself (lyrics)

Produced by Cory Grindberg
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My parents' got some big money problems.
We're all young and were counting on 'em.
Im four years old, you think im bouncin' on 'em?
I just sit back and watch, thinkin' 'bout 'em.

Moms' probably stronger than pops is.
The talk is that the old man has lost it.
Last week he came back from work,
I saw him back on the porch with the glass of milk on his shirt.
He was flippin out.  Mom probably put it there,
Judging by how angry she was it probably should be there.
And both folks know that I'm standing there.
Momma protects me, throws me be hind her back.
Why did papa do that?
Whats that telling me?
The birds cant help but sing a melody.

I ain't stupid
Happy ever after is nothing but a fantasy.
Police are part of our family.
Son and mother look out from the porch,
See fathers head duck under the door.

I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

My papa got some big anger problems.
I'm getting older and I'm sick about 'em.
Its getting harder just to live around it,
I need to take a stand as a man,
I need to be about it.

So ring around the posie 'round the living room table.
I can't remember what we were arguing about.
I stood up to the scariest man in the country.
I held my head up high as I left the house.
Little boy stood in the face of a dragon.
Left with the heart of a lion. Amazing.
Its funny, I left the house so it could cool down.
But the dragon stayed hot, who's it fooling now.
Papa and the devil sitting in the basement. A R S O N I N G.
Young son headed back to the household.
Runnin' down the block eight fire trucks deep.
Fell to my knees and I screamed in the front yard.
Firemen running round like no ones in charge.
Sort of like when it rains it poors,
See the flames burst out of the door.I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

Ive learned a lifetime,
A lifetime as a boy.
Evil's on the inside,
Waiting for all.

Got an apartment Im 20 years old,
Finally think that i have everything is under control.
Its been years since i spoke to the man
When he gave me his old cutlass to get out of the sand.
So just like a hyena, i take the meat.
And then i run my ass away, "You need to let me be."
But over time a part of me knew I needed to speak.
That's right when the world decided that it couldn't be.
Its the biggest hurdle thinkin' past tense.
That when a strong man takes his last breath.
I believe in nothing.
I believe in myself.
I believe in nothing.
Nothing at all.

Gypsy Airplane

This ditty hangs off the end of Need Your Love.
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Hey fellas. Gather round, for a story about the gypsy.

I think I need pussy on this airplane
So I look around and spot a chick
I see if she want to have a fucky
She replies, "come on let's see your dick."

We head back to bathroom for a quickie
She says that she does this all the time
She pulls down her panties and I'm worried
Because this bitch's dick is big as mine! 
AYE!

Lyrics courtesy ZombieBrides' Youtube video.

Need Your Love (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice
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Okay
Stophouse!
She's bangin' like a raunchy chick.   <-----  I'm not sure I got that line right.

Walk through the door, tear your shirt off.
Bite your bottom lip, surf's up.
Slide your hand down my chest,
Push me on the couch hard but let me kiss your neck.
Wrap your legs around my waist,
Grab a, bottle of Jameson and put it in my face.
Along with the nipple chaser,
I dig my face right in it like an ostrich.
You so soft, I so hard.
You do deep, I go so far.
You so sweet, I so sour.
I rocketman, I find your star.
Coordinates, five percent to the left.
Speed slow mo, so hold my steps.
I hold firm and send you over.
Your legs quake, you bite my shoulder.

Oh girl, I need your love.
Please stay with me tonight.
I need your love.
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up.

Come on girl, can't you see my good foot?
I don't wanna fuck you just because you look good.
I think you're real smart, I see you got some brain.
I don't fuck with them chickens, them chickens all the same.
You want a back rub, in the bath tub?
Want the candles lit, want that ass scrubbed?
Take a look around girl, everything is paid for.
Scoot to the bed, I'll show you what that thing is made for.
I got a queen sized bed, got a king sized appetite,
Plus I got a king sized [ha, ha].
I got a pretty big bedroom, with some good headroom, and you got to really ride [ha].


Oh girl, I need your love.
Please stay with me tonight.
I need your love.
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up.

Bet your bottom dollar that I'll come and make you feel good.
I can fill you up to the guts like a meal should.
And you be lookin' hungry, we could use a rubber, I could use you like a bungee.
Looking like some animals, rollin' round the sheets I eat like a cannibal.
Hold up girl, it's the main course.
Giving you everything that you've ever came for.
I don't think that you're aware how much I really need you tonight.
You were meant to be with me.
I know you'll forget all of the shit you've been through, baby let's ride.
Skeddit up, skedda room, skedda bed.
When the night time comes, turn to love.
When the night time comes, it's me and you and sex.

Oh girl,
I need your love.
Please stay with me tonight.
I need your love.
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up and get me,
Hurry up.

Oooh,
Uh, cookie?
Uh.

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At the end is a short song called Gypsy Airplane.

Yeah Buddy (lyrics)

Produced by Chickenbone
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You know what the fuck this is.  Not.

Sing it with me now, Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm
1
2
3
Go

Champagne falling on 'em.
I got the Gampos on the way, yeah I'm callin' on 'em,
Yah, I'm living life fast like I'm Ramadanin',
And the bully in my pants got a condom on 'em (totally protected, dude).

Champagne falling on 'em.
I got the Gampos on the way, yeah I'm callin' on 'em,
Kicks got the red carpet on the bottom of 'em,
If you want to see a party, that is not a problem.

Pack a little booze, maybe some whiskey for me.
We 'bout to kick it loose, make a couple stories.
Urs we havin' fun? Urs we gettin' crunk?
Put your both hands up, and sing it wit me now.

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm, 1, 2, 3, Go.

Put it in a bag with a little money, little homie, you know that I'ma 'bout to get drinking.
Go to Mickey D's and I see that my beeper little fucker won't stop blinking.
Sorta like, Brrrr tick tick, Brrrr, tick tick, ding ding da ding ding.
Man I'm so cool and so popular all my phone does is go Brrrrrr.

But check it out though, look at these trophies.
Come to the crib, yo, drink forty-oh-zees.
Lift it upside down, and guzzle on and on.
Hey what it smell like, what it look like?
Get daggered on the floor for the first time.
Urs we having fun? Urs we gettin' crunk?
Put your both hands up, and sing it wit me now.

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm, 1, 2, 3, Go.

Oh  my goodness Mr. Hunkle got another round.
We go cheers, hit the table then we put 'em down.
When we're together seems we always end up getting drunk.
Haven't been out for a while, but I'm having fun.

Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
Would you like to fill your shot glasses, we could have a toast.
Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
The whole crew is in this motherfucker buckin' out.

Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
And I don't give a fuck about those motherfuckers over there.
Daddy got a new pair of shoes on 'em (shoes on 'em).
Bitch we in public.

All I wanna do is have a party but they want to have a conversation 'bout the Dalai Lama, I be like, No.
Urs we having fun? Urs we getting crunk?
Put your both hands up, and sing it wit me now.

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!
Hmm, 1, 2, 3, Go.

Dance little girl, like you the only one.
I've got a perfect little place that I can take you to.
We'll fall in love, have a baby, we could make it three.
But that's the future, right now I want to see you go:

Budday!  Yeah budday!
If you feel me, Buddy,  Yeah buddy!

Oh  my goodness Mr. Hunkle got another round.
We go cheers, hit the table then we put 'em down.
When we're together seems we always end up getting drunk.
Haven't been out for a while, sing it wit me now!

Buddy, Yeah buddy!

Dance little girl......1.
I've got a perfect little.......2.
We fall in love........3.

Ok for real though,
You know what I'm sayin', I'm with my crew, you know what I'm sayin',
We in the strip club with Rick Flair throwing dirty hundreds,
We poppin' bubbly on old folks.

Corner (lyrics)

Produced by Prof and Dillon Parker
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I'm thinkin' about the future, future,
'Cause it's gotta be better than this.
Just right around the corner, corner,
I'll understand what happiness is.

I'm thinkin' about the future, future,
'Cause it's gotta be better than this.
Just right around the corner, corner,
I'll understand what happiness is.
Oh yeah.

I'm thinkin' about the future, future, (the future)
'Cause it's gotta be better than this (than this).
Just right around the corner, corner, (the corner)
I'll understand what happiness is. (yeeeaaaahh)
Oh yeah.

I'm thinkin' about the future, future, (the future)
'Cause it's gotta be better than this (yeah) (than this).
Just right around the corner, corner, (the corner)
I'll understand what happiness is.

I'm thinkin' about the future, the future........better than this.
Right around the corner, I'll finally understand.

Karma (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice
Full song
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Sort of instrumental (not downloadable, unfortunately)

It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.
It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.

I was born on the wrong side of karma, so naturally I have a lot of punishment to dish out.
My position is appointed, so don't get mad at me for giving hell, it is the job I was born with.
Oh this punk here looks too happy, let's take his bike and shoes so he can't cruise past me.
And I'm feeling like shit from my daddy, so tomorrow I'ma fuck with that fat bitch Cassie.
She'll cry in front of the mirror when she gets home, have herself a daughter and make sure she gets pissed on.
Similar to why  my papa got his wrist blown, found him up north in the tub  with the kids gone.
Breath in breath out, be strong.


It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.
It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.

Daddy in the cop car, momma in the summer dress, when will we figure out that we have had enough of this.
Nothing is fair so don't expect a refund, each one is his own learn one teach one.
I've learned one taught one, first jump at the age of 9 on the church steps, started with my shirt on,
Return home alone skinny shirtless, I told him I lost it he told me I was worthless.
And if I told you I was angry, would you believe that the next day I knife with me?
Would you believe that I kept it that way, until one day I won an argument and took a life with me?
Papa died on a Wednesday, opened up the shades and sit down and pray,
Make sure sometime this week you whoop a dudes ass, make them understand how the world got this way.


It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.
It's how I got this way, karma's a dangerous game.  Cash out when I'm on top, forgive me, forgive me.

James Bond Blimp (lyrics)

Produced by Verse One
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King Gampo!
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp.  Oh, Seven Blimp.

Lookin' at my swag you'da thought I was a psycho.
This lunar gold makes my chain float nice, though.
Your ugly friend lookin' like she needs lipo.
If I was younger I'd fuck your whole high school.

Mr P  (mr p)
Mr R  (mr r)
Mr O  (oh),  F, steal a car.
Mr P (mr p)
Mr R (mr r)
Mr O (oh), F, steal a car.

The whole crib covered in mirrors.
This way it's easy to find the rapper of the year-ah.
That dude he be like, Oh there I am, again,
With a couple a golden girls, and their younger friends.
Everybody know that my style is impeccable,
Prof is a retard, almost a vegetable.
I'm floatin' in my blimp, and I'm staring in the mirror,
Diamonds, crystal clear, man, man.

It's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
I'ma just pull up ice iceberg tint.  (berg tint)
It's, it's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
It's a James Bond Blimp.

And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp, Oh Seven Blimp.

Wake up all covered in women.
Money all over the floor, I hear a fat lady singin'.
Got the Benji's, they wit me, all of the hookers they bouncin'.
Just updated all of my food stamps, flippin' and countin'.
Infested lower intestine,
Had a Smith & Wessen but I traded it for a Lexus.
Now I'm deep sea diving, and I'm deep sea flexin'.
Pen pal'n 'em peace chain with a medallion.
Maybe Clark Kent, I'ma pull up iceberg tint.
Uuhhhhh, that's a nice Benz.
How'd you get the inside all peppermint?
Everybody in the parking lot all come together,

And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
Lean and reclining, lean, lean and reclining.

I'm floatin' in my blimp and I'm starin' in the mirror,
Diamonds crystal clear, man, man.

It's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
I'ma just pull up ice iceberg tint. (berg tint)
It's, it's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
It's a James Bond Blimp.

And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp, Oh Seven Blimp.

T Shine
Two gallon margarita, in the two seater with a caramel senorita.
She's pregnant, don't trip, Gucci baby between the hip.
Thirty days of a good idea watching Shark Week.
Rolling in the sea breeze, slimy in the carp seat.
Money in the high beams, tuna in the back seat,
Dennis Rodman driving, man.

Aye, Grap that statue, Trade it for a Lexus.
All my Gucci bullets, Trade it for a Lexus.
I done and took my passport,
Trade it for a Lexus, trade it for a Lexus, trade it, trade it for a Lexus.

My Mother-Fuckin' Moustache, Trade it for a Lexus.
All my Gucci bullets, Trade it for a Lexus.
I done a took my passport,
Trade it for a Lexus, trade it for a Lexus, trade it, trade it for a Lexus.

'Scuse me, can I make a little announcement?
First I make my shoulder lean, then I keep it bouncin',

And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck)  Lean and reclining.
And we do the Daffy Duck, (duck) Lean and reclining.
Everybody do the Daffy Duck, (duck) Lean and reclining.
Lean and reclining, lean, lean and reclining.

I'm floatin' in my blimp and I'm starin' in the mirror,
Diamonds crystal clear, man, man.

It's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
I'ma just pull up ice iceberg tint. (berg tint)
It's, it's a blimp, Oh, Seven blimp.
It's a James Bond Blimp.

And I pull up at the Stophouse.
And I pull up at the Stophouse.
Pull up, pull up, Stop, Stophouse.
It's a blimp, Oh Seven Blimp, blimp, blimp.

The Season (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice and Dillon Parker.
Full song
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Instrumental

Born in the ghetto, Young white boy not a dolla dolla bill but a momma that'll work for it.
Hard boy with a soft side, seen a little bocka bocka (bang bang) life on the southside.
My views have changed from where I came from, When you seen a man die right under the same sun.
I ain't a G, I ain't ride or die, but I will knock a mother fucker out if he try.
So eat off me, I'm running a crew. I ain't hard but I'm willing to bet I'm harder than you.
Some of the best people that I've met in life, push weight and come home at night to kiss their wife, yeah.
Ain't it funny how the world can go? Haters last year be at the front row of the shows.
I've seen time fly, slowly, I've let people forget what they owe me.
I ain't saying that I'm O.G. but I bet you know me, I'm the dude people know closely.
Mr one oh be done Cahobie. Prof's on the mic, if there's better, just show me.

Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.

I ain't fucking round no more, this is my life.  Fuck nice, I've already tried being polite.
So I'm a grab a whip, grab a gun, grab a knife, And I'm a roll around 'n stick up everything in sight.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky. If you're ready to rob then I'm ready to ride.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky. If you're ready to rob then I'm ready to ride.
My whole life is quite right here. If I don't blow I know I'll be nice right here.
But what eats me a live to see these MC flies suck dick and get a piece of the pie, like.
I got envy for one reason, for me to show these MCs it's the season.
When you dap me up I see nothing but fear. Like every MC I've leap frogged my whole career.
So it's young Prof with a rifle and a notebook, cold crook,stick 'em up, I got 'em so shook.
They need a rapper that's as different as them all. I think it's time I come around and answer their call.

Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.

Keep my eyes open, I was born to wake up, it's a new day like Good morning, Jacob.
Good morning sunshine, people blind to the fact I'm more than one side.
People try so hard to understand me. I'd like to tell 'em, bitch please don't.
'Cause I'm a different man every single day, and I will say all the stuff that they probably won't.
I've made up my mind, I'm ready to break laws.
I'm ready to sacrifice, ready to take off.
I'm ready to blow away anybody trying to get between me and mine.  Ya feel me?

Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it's season.

Anomaly (lyrics)

Produced by Cory Grindberg.
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I feel like I've got elephant tusks.  I'm hellafied bonafide kentucky fried, I'm nuts, what?
And I'm staying lubricated daily.  Slip my dick in to whatever it fit in, I'm crazy.
Holy moshpit, osh kosh bagosh it's, completely retarded the size my crotch gets.
I'm pooping, on rappers, not only pooping but poop scooping and vacuming those bastards.
Push, pull, let's give it a go.  Go to the limit, I'm a living animal.
I'm a motherfucking hustler, and I'm married to the game, I take her out to eat and then I fuck her.
Rollin down the block inm y bucycle.  Steady smoking on my mon's white widow.
I'm as about as fly as it gets.  So fly that basically I'm on top of shit.


Wake up world.  Time to work out.  Turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.
Wake up world, Time to work out, turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.


I'm so rick ross, I'm such a big boss, I got 'em hating on me, they must be pissed off.
Young prof is something that youv'e never seen.  I swear to god I've been the best since I was seventeen.
You a bald man, I'm a rock band, you a choir boy, I'm a boss man.
Motherfucker, I'm a small economy, arguably I'm a rarity, considered an ANOMALY.
You're so gumshoe, I'm in your face like a front tooth, better rocognize when I come through.
The whole crew fights.  Taste an uppercut up in the jaw and get elevated to new heights.
Young prof hop out the coupe, so damn fresh man, I'm smelling like juice.
Mother fucking unbelievable even though I'm achieving all these things that's unachievable.


Wake up world.  Tim to work out.  Turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.
Wake up world, Time to work out, turn the lights on, wake up girl.
Whoo, Ooh, ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh, yeah.  Whoo ooh ooh yeah.  Let's go to work.


Best white rapper in a decade, swagger similar to larry bird plus an essay
Really prof is getting silly.  Flow is so damn cold chili willy
Cock swoll snot nosed looking hood rat.  I be like dylan please rerecord me, where the cush at
High school haters pay the price.  You pussies come around me then you bros get iced.
I'm a dead man walking.  Best MC that you seen out of coffin.
In other words I believe that I'm awesome, possum, bounce on the track like a problem.
Swallow MC's twenty-four seven.  Like a hungry clock I'll go back four seconds.
Look at me I'm filthy.  If you would like to be better I suggest you kill me.

Took darling to the crib for a meal.  Curtains were drawn, but the furniture was real.
The food was great the talk was small.  The boobs were fake, I kept my socks on.
Dumb dadda, Young prof is in the Ramada.  Come swalla pina cum-lada.  That is something don't run outta.
So until manana, in my Sonata give me mama I can beat the buns outta.

Yeah, keep it on the hustle.  See ya in the morning, [yeah] see ya in the morning. [Let's go to work.]
Yeah, keep it on the hustle.  See ya in the morning, [yeah] see ya in the morning.  [Let's go to work.]

Ya'll talking about, bitch!
Find an MC better than me right now.
I will personally deliver a gift-wrapped fuckin' flyin' pig with a diamond fuckin' bow on top, bitch.
Diamond encrusted pieces.
Ain't too many mother fuckers fuckin' with me right now, real talk.
Diamond encrusted pieces.
In't this the greepleh (?)

Yeah, snitches,
Man, I try to be humble, motherfucker.

Gampo (lyrics)

Produced by Noearth.
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Gampo, Gampo, Gampo...

A fuck you.

You can find me stiff,
Like a samurai, on a llama ride, down a water-slide, getting sodomized.
I'm a wallaby, I'm a king of a colony,
By the way I'm wil'n 'out you would think I just won the lottery.
Bling, gold chain, bling, I am king of America.
I've had this dream as a kid and I'm living it

Change topics.

I would like that yellow-boned girl in my office,
With a little miniature giraffe and some chocolates.
We could put a skyscraper where my garage is,
'Vator to the top and give each other massages.
I don't give a fuck about your opinion,
I'm in a tub fucking with a couple ticklish women.
I'm a gampo, I've been so since the beginning,
And if you're thinking different, I'll get to kidnapping your children.
Why you staring at me like I'm from neptune,
Drinking with my pet loon in your dad's guest room.
Everywhere I go I get looks,
Like you motherfuckers never seen a crook.

Tell 'em if they're curious, they can ride all night on the low, on the low.
Tell 'em if they're curious, they can tag along on for the show, but tell 'em this:
Tell 'em I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh ee oh!
I'm a gampo!
Yeah, I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh, ee oh,
A gampo, I'm a fool.

Prof, Prof, you're so rude and embarrassing,
And they're so well behaved in comparison
PBR poppin', e'erybody watchin',
Yeah we in public, nah we ain't stopping.
bling, gold chain, bling, I am king of America.
I've had this dream as a kid and I'm living it.

Change topics.

Uncle Prof sit back and get shitty,
While I unlock a big fresh pair of titties.
King Gampo, fresh as a brizzy,
Sick as a disease, best in the cities.
How my pinky ring got my shoes mad?
Looking down at them motherfuckers like too bad.
Similar to why my jeans pissed off.
My whip so hard, got my dick soft.
Candy breeze looking like a shellfish.
I do what the fuck I want, can't help it.
Everywhere I go I get looks,
Like you motherfuckers never seen a crook.

Tell 'em if they're curious, they can ride all night on the low, on the low.
Tell 'em if they're curious, they can tag along on for the show, but tell 'em this:

Tell 'em I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh ee oh!
I'm a gampo!
Yeah, I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh, ee oh,
A gampo, I'm a fool.


Get dumb like me, we gonna get our shots on,
I can knock your socks off, we don't need to talk long.
Dumb like me, you can ride shotgun,
Drink until we talk wrong, man I love this.
Bling, gold chain, bling, I am king of America.
I've had this dream as a kid and I'm living it.
Get stupid:
We going dumb dumb dumb, [oh my god] this is stupid.
Dumb dumb dumb, this is stupid.
Dumb dumb dumb, this is stupid.
We going dumb dumb dumb, this is stupid.

I'm drunk climbing trees, I'm dancing in the club,
I'm buying alcohol for kids, man I'm getting love.
All the gampos take over the public,
Welcome to America.
Where you at bitch?
We in public, We in public, We in public, Where you at bitch?
We in public, We in public, We in public,

Tell 'em if they're curious, they can ride all night on the low, on the low.
Tell 'em if they're curious, they can tag along on for the show, but tell 'em this.

Tell 'em I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh ee oh!
I'm a gampo!
Yeah, I'm a gampo, oh, oh, oh, ee oh,
A gampo, I'm a fool.

Whiskey (lyrics)

Produced by Ant (of Atmosphere).
Full song
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One last round please,
Thank you.

I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
I said I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.

My baby loves me so much she goes through my phone every time I fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, little momma, she just won't let me be.
Say, what is a man to do about a woman when he can't make a sound.
Said I'm lookin' at the bottle, and my whiskey, man, she won't let me down.

That's why I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.
That's why I'm gon keep on drinkin' whiskey, yeah,
Till the cows come home, yeah.

On and, on and, on and on and on, we go.
I'm already useless to you so you can't tell me no.
No doubt I don't care 'bout what you think 'bout me and my mistress.
She let's me be me.
That's more than I can say about you, woman.

I'm gonna keep on drinkin' whiskey, till the cows come home.
I'm gonna keep on drinkin' whiskey, till the cows come home.

Peep Show (lyrics)

Produced by Verse One.
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After a decade of ruling underground rap,
Dominating the underwater cities in the Midwest with an iron lung,
He has come to where we live with unprecedented aggression.

I take a deep breath when I hit the surface,
Eh what the fuck man it’s lookin’ like a circus.
So many long legged women I’m runnin’ in inbetween them,
Gigantic women, wonder where I fit in.
Wanna have some chitlen,
Want to watch ‘em play in the backyard when me’n you are just chillin’.
But I’m just kiddin’, that’s in the future,
And if you got some big game Prof is the shooter.
And if you are a website, I am a computer.
And if you are the shit then Mr Prof is the pooper.
Girl I’m a freak I'ma do it how you’ve never done it,
Sit back while daddy puts some pepper on it.

Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.

If you want to, if you want to, ba da bum bum bum bum.
If you really want to, ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum bum bum.

Right now girl you lookin’ like crack,
Like you’d totally be illegal in the sack.
I’ve seen Prof turn a nerd into a playmate.
Like it’s the crack of dawn that just made the daybreak.
Marathon man, hands down I’m an elephant.
Olly olly oxen free, gotta be intelligent.
Suck a dick snuffaluffagus.
Nothing but freaks in the room,
You can find me where the trouble is.
Needless to say always comes with something said,
Like, “Needless to say I would enjoy getting head.”
Yo, I’m sick of proving I’m the best,
Just listen to the chorus as the dancers do the rest.

Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.

If you want to, if you want to, ba da bum bum bum bum.
If you really want to, ba da bum bum, ba da bum bum bum bum.

Yo, all you rappers suck, Dyson,
If your game's loose, holla at me, I’m a titan.
And I’m also a freak,
Seven days out the week,
Prof a freak ‘o nature over a beat.
Your body don’t make sense,
I’ma camalabadon,
Like a kamikaze pilot fighting with a helmet on.
Girl you so bulbous, the nerve, struttin’ the legs around,
And I love it when you act pompous.
Her place for dinner, got out my Corvette,
And I press the door bell with my ring finger.
She up in lingerie tryin’ to act subtle,
Girl without question you are askin’ for trouble.

Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.
Go on freak it out, toot that ass up,
Go on freak it out, girl getcha money right.

AAaaaoooooohh, Fuck Yeah!

On My Way (lyrics)

Produced by 84 Caprice.
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I seen you lookin’ at  me sideways with the hate face all summer, despite my karma,
It looks real clear to you that I’m on my way.
Yeah
And I been told my whole life on the mic I’ll amount to nothin’, so just stop runnin’.
It’s clear to me that these fuck’s should get out my way.
Yeah
There’s a couple different people in the world,
You got your different colors, you got your boys and girls,
You got the good people like your family and your friends,
But every once a while you meet some people on the fence.
I try to think that everybody is sugar and spice,
Until these haters come along and try to get in a fight,
I put ok to what they want, and put my fist in their pipe,
That’s when I realized I wasn’t even doin’ it right.
I’ll make these motherfuckin’ cocksuckers shut the fuck up,
‘Cause nothin’ works better than success right.
That’s why, this time, I’ma work real hard for myself.

‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.
‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.

Slept on a beanbag most of my childhood.
And piss broke is a joke if it sound good.
Right when you’re there at the bottom,
A man’ll come along and try to screw on the top.
But don’t stop givin’ everything thatcha got
Follow your dreams, might even be able to even piss in a pot.
I wanted to tell you that I’m far from perfect,
Spent time doing shit that was worthless.
Woke up many times with a knot in my stomach,
About to fight the night before drunk and blunted,
Enough I done it, I mean I must have fronted,
I see the door to the past I need to fastly shut it.
Lot of time to talk shit just to sound tough,
I’ve done many things I’m not proud of.
I can sit a get lost in nostalgia, but now what, time to move ahead and mount up.

‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.
‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.

I seen you lookin’ at  me sideways with the hate face all summer, despite my karma,
It looks real clear to you that I’m on my way.
Yeah

How’s an old folk gonna tell a young kid that he or she can’t be whatever they’d like, like
Whatever I like, whenever I write, I need the space to say whatever I’d like, right.
So let me see what I’m gon be, I ain’ gon let someone else put a limit on me
And just because you put a limit on you doesn’t make it fair to tell me that that’s what I’m gonna do.
You must be scared to fall, lookin’ at me like I don’t care at all.
And why should I hold on to a crash, when it’s clear to me that there’s no future in the past.
Get up now!

‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.
‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.
‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.
‘Cause that’s in the past and it’s a brand new day, a brand new day,
I’m on my way, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.

I could start over, yeah,
Start over, start over,
Yeah, start over...........