Lyrics I Should Make My Boss Read Out At A Pop Quiz

What'll we get for ten dollars?
Every 'ting you want
Everything?
Every'ting
Ooh! Don't do that, baby! Ahh!
Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me! Aaahh!
Ooohh!

Chorus (repeated during breakdowns):

Ahh! Me so horny!
Me love you long time!

Verse 1: [Brother Marquis]
Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the 7 digits
Said, "Yo, this Marquis, baby! Are you down with it?"
I arrived at her house, knocked on the doo
rNot having no idea of what the night had in store
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny

Chorus

Verse 2: [Fresh Kid Ice]
Girls always ask me why I fuck so much
I say "What's wrong, baby doll, with a quick nut?"
'Cause you're the one, and you shouldn't be mad
I won't tell your mama if you don't tell your dad
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted
Won't your mama be so mad if she knew I got that ass?
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

Chorus

Verse 3: [Brother Marquis]
You can say I'm desperate, even call me perverted
But you say I'm a dog when I leave you fucked and deserted
I'll play with your heart just like it's a game
I'll be blowing your mind while you're blowing my brains
I'm just like that man they call Georgie Puddin' Pie
I fuck all the girls and I make 'em cry
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny.

Chorus
Breakdown(4x):

Ahh! Hold on this! Oh, sock it to me!

Chorus

Verse 4: [Fresh Kid Ice]
It's true, you were a virgin until you met me
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty
You tell your parents that we're goin' out
Never to the movies, just straight to my house
You said it yourself, you like it like I do
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny

Chorus
Breakdown (repeated till end of track):

Fuckie suckie. Me fuckie suckie.

did you see that stand-up bit where bill maher translated rap lyrics into "white"? it was kind of racist but still fucking funny. imagine a translation of "gangsta gangsta": "i'm the type of nigga that's built to last/fuck with me and i'll put a foot in your ass"...

Because of the Pop Scrits thread...

I'm in love with the bossonova
He's the one with the cashanova
I'm in love with his heart of steel
I'm in love
I'm in love with the bossonova
He's the one with the cashanova
I'm in love with his heart of steel
I'm in love

How come no-one ever told me
Who I'm working for
Down among the rich men baby
And the poor

Here comes love forever
And it's here comes love for no-one
Oh here comes love for Marilyn
And it's oh my baby oh-oh my baby
What you gonna do?
In the reason - in the rain

Still support the revolution

I want it I want it I want that too
B'baby B'baby it's up to you
To find out somethin' that you need to do
Because

I'm in love with a Jacques Derrida
Read a page and know what I need to
Take apart my baby's heart
I'm in love
I'm in love with a Jacques Derrida
Read a page and know what I need to
Take apart my baby's heart
I'm in love

To err is to be human
To forgive is too divine
I was like an industry
Depressed and in decline

Here comes love for ever
And it's here comes love for no-one
Oh here comes love for Marilyn
And it's oh my baby oh my baby
What you gonna do?
In the reason - in the rain

Still support the revolution

I want it I want it I want that too
B'baby B'baby it's up to you
To find out somethin' that you need to do
Because

Oh I'm in love with bop sh'dayo
Out of Camden Town for a day - oh
I'm in love with just gettin' away
I'm in love
Oh I'm in love with militante
Reads Unita and reads Avanti
I'm in love with her heart of steel
I'm in love

He held it like a cigarette
Behind a squadee's back
He held it so he hid its length
And so he hid its lack - oh
An' it seems so very sad
(all right!)

Well I want better than you can give
But then I'll take whatever you got
Cos I'm a grand libertine with the
Kinda demeanour to overthrow the lot
I said rapacious
Rapacious you can never satiate
(ate what?!) desire is so voracious
I wanna eat your nation state

I got incentive that you can't handle
I got the needs you can't assuage
I got demands you can't meet
'n' stay on your feet
I want more than your living wage

Well I want better than you can give
But then I'll take whatever you got
Cos I'm a grand libertine with the
Kinda demeanour to overthrow the lot
I said rapacious
Rapacious you can never satiate
(ate what?!) desire is so voracious
I wanna eat your nation state

OK IGNORE MY PREVIOUS SUGGESTION AND GO WITH IAN'S

do you want serious suggestions - i.e. lyrics yr average british worker might know (or kick themselves for not recognising out of context)? or is this thread just a bit of fun?

It is what it is, zebedee.

(Tho I can do the former on my own quite easily)

Q: Which New Order single was performed at Reading Festival in 1993 with the amended lyric "When I was a very small boy, Michael Jackson played with me. Now that we've grown up together he just plays with Macaulay."?

That should be a good opener.

the latin explosion ain't new to me I've been into foreskin since puberty I want an uncut latino with a libido the size of reno, nevada to bang me 'till my bladder splatters a dick fatter than a beer can, lay down, stand, or in the back of his van, he sports tommy, addidas, fubu, timberland, pinky ring on his hand, his wish is my command I'll suck his dick on the can or on the puerto rican sand, that's my man with the nice clean fade and when he gets paid, I get paid, and when I get laid, I'm glad he stayed cuz there's nothin' I like more than foreskin, I drop my chin so I can fit it all in and then he eats my ass like he eats rice and beans, until the plate's clean, you know what I mean?

Yes I do, just the other day I got a blowjob from a ho job with no job seen him at the bar battin' his eyelashes show me where your cash is, I'll show where my stage is, his ass is on my bed the head board hit his head 'till his head turned red in and out was the motion KY was the lotion and that's the way it goes, girl when you fuck until your toes curl I rocked his world with mad stamina hot like panama shot like an enema I'm sending your ass back to the store to get some rubbers, so I can change the covers
chorus:
This is the kind of man that I want
This is the kind of sex that I need

Well it won't be long before he takes off my thong, (but it wasn't a thong until you put it on) shut the fuck up! I'm the one getting laid here he's back from the bodega with a case of beer and a bag of weed, so I'm on my knees pulling out the seeds he wants to squeeze my 34Bs someone pass the poppers and a bottle of lube before he bangs me from the back with his rough rider attitude the routine, we fuck on the rug so the sheets stay clean, damn, my man is heaven sent he got me horny like the ex-president just thinking of my man's big dick in my face and then he comes in my face and then runs out of the place, I don't care, he'll be back cuz he loves this ass and when he's done his friends'll be over fast, you got a problem with me? you should get your ass off of avenue D

see you like the type of guy that works at the pizza place, sweat on his face moustache above his lips open shirt, gold chain, and a cruxifix, I like the type of guy that's the east vil style, chill for a while if he's versatile but the bottom direction give me his ass and give me affection did I happen to mention (no I don't think you did) well I like to keep my man in the 718 cuz I'm in 212 and got things to do (like what?) like whatever wanna leave this with no shame behind me, but all I see is his name on my caller ID which reminds me of the time we took three ecstacy you know one thing leads to another I see him on the weekends (what about the weekdays?) that's when I'm busy messin' with his brother

chorus

[Intro]
Fuck that nigga Slim! You the motherfucking boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Verse]
I'm Slim Thugger motherfucker! Tha Boss of all bosses
That's right! AKA - he who the King of the North is!
Wars won, no losses; who wanna compete?
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks ain't no Grinders
You fools just went to school and learned to use Pro Tools?
And tried to cop you a G, lose, on the ten o'clock news
You can't survive in my shoes or afford to pay my dues
Wit your cartoon crews, you niggaz destined to lose!
I'm rockin a mill man (?) sing crowds
And spend most of my weekends cruising above clouds
From the West to the Southway to the East Coast
I switch time zones more than ho's switch clothes
I was born to be on top (top), born to call shots (shots)
Born to cop drops and trick off fats knots, like a boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Verse]
Call me Sarge, I'm the head nigga in charge
You see the B on the 'Nage parked in the garage?
I'm the coach, I wrote them plays for my team
Hah! I'm the mastermind behind these teams wit green
I call all the shots, provide all the knots
Supply all the rocks and sponsor all the spots
I stay on the top floor, got the executive suite
Sit in the corner chair where me and my niggaz meet
Sport the Presendential Rolly, got a driver that drive
I don't open doors no more, he do it from outside
At the club, they lock off V.I.P. for me
And send bottle after bottle to my section for free
Hah! You see this rock hanging on my pinkie ring?
I'm respected in these streets, they treat me like a King
I get accepted like family, your house is my house
I guess that's why they call me - Slim Thug Tha Boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Chorus]
I call shots - like a boss
Stack knots - like a boss
Cop drops - like a boss
On top - like a boss
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Bo$$
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking boss?
Who the boss nigga? You see the motherfucking boss!

[Outro]
Fuck that! Y'all niggaz talking shit?!
Y'all come to the Northside
And see who the motherfucking boss is.. Slim Thug!!!

You can do what you wanna do
You can say what you wanna say
You can think what you think you want
It doesn't matter anyway

It's not funny anymore

Play what you want to play
Hear what you want to hear
Don't worry about the result
Or the effect is has on your career

Act like you wanna act
Be what you wanna be
Find out who you really are
And don't pay any attention to me

I got a taste of the real world
When I went down on you, girl

Yo VIP let's kick it

All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it