1.Rebel Rap Family
2.We Can't Be Stopped
Yeah, it's time to do it like a g.o. once again
You know in 1989 we knocked on the door
In 1990 we beat on the door
Now it's 1991 and we fiend to kick this muthafucka in
Lets talk about a scandal
The album geffen found too hot to handle
Fucked up the minds of you and yours
The last lp from the geto boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute guns n roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black
Man fuck them hoes
We got new partners and got shit done regardless
Cause our fans are everready down to die hard
Around the globe to 5th ward
I read a news report
Some lawyer in florida wanna take us to court
Somebody tell that country ass hick
To go suck a dead man's dick
You scream obscenity, but it's publicity
You want hoes so don't act like you don't know
Better fuck with somebody else before you get popped
Cause we can't be stopped
Geto boys geto boys
Geto boys geto boys
People are frightened when they hear the boys
Cause we ain't just a bunch of noise
None of that me me rappin'
We let your mutherfuckin as know whats happenin
Bitches get raped, niggas get murdered
Adults fuckin kids in numbers unheard of
It's on the news every hour
Why can't i talk about it？
Everybody seem to be after us
Even the manufacturers
Wouldn't press our disc, you know it wasn't fair
Fuck everybody who work there
And every mutherfuckin reporter
Across every mutherfuckin border
You said the album wasn't coming out fighter
But when it did you couldn't find your typewriter
Keep lettin the government dictate what you hear
Next they'll put stickers on your ears
Even with that move we got 'em in anguish
Cause we'll learn sign language
We can't be stopped
Geto boys geto boys
Willie d is the gangsta of love
Some of my friends sell drugs
I sell knowledge that you can't get a hoe
Cause the game is so not toe
Promoters took away our tour
Negative press made them insecure
And you wonder why you never see a video
Of the boys from the geto
No radio, talkshow, or magazine were we in
And we still in the top 10
You can't beat that with a bat
Huh, hammer can't touch that
We from the muhafuckin south
Now what was that bullshit about？
That we had to be from cali or new york
Anybody can make it that got heart
Trenchcoats and gangster hats got my back
Any nigga around me got to pack
So come on muthafuckas, come on muthafuckas, fuck!
We can't be stopped
Geto boys geto boys
3.Homie Don't Play That
(willie d)
Don't say i didn't warn ya
About playin' them hoe games
Like callin' me out on my name
Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
I won't undetstand how a man can call a man
A bitch or a hoe and be playin'
In my book that's a no-no
Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash bro
Pop you on the (？？？？？) for what
Niggas done got when they played too much
Willie d'll tap a bitch and that's it
Anything else is punk shit
I'll give you some a this ＊shots＊
And some a this ＊shots＊
Their just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
Cause homie don't play that
A lot of suckers got they as kicked
Cause hard and rankin don't mix
But if you gonna cap on each other
You gotta know when it's gettin personal sucker
Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
See that's how a nigga gettin killed
Fools like to joke when your serious
So to kill the bullshit i stopped fuckin wit her, period
Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies
And greet me wit a (？？？？) cause you don't know me
Play with your mother or your father
You ain't got no pussy i don't even wanna be bothered
And you bet' not act like you wanna swang
Cause i'm pretty good with them thangs
So call my bluff, do what you like and
I'ma make you read these nikes
Wrastlin' ain't masculine
You say you wanna go to war b
Instead of tryin' to test me
Horse playin' like an adolescent
Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket
Your whole conversation is plastic
You say you like my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
(？？？？) your (？？？？) when we shootin' the shit
Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin but a bitch
Ain't got no back cause your always frontin' black
Man homie don't play that
I don't play that
Lets take it all the way back
Niggas say i'm crazy
When i say keep your comments about my lady
They say 'your lucky, i wish i had a girl like that'
I never smile cause i know where they hearts is at
All in front of my girl sayin' how pretty she looks
Game recognized, i wrote the book
'got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother'
You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her
Still waters run deep man
And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib when they know you ain't home
Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass i see him comin
From a mile away i start gunnin'
And everytime one drops
You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
See we ain't that cool
Where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool
Or conversate wit us alone
Then i have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
With that idle chatter
You say your just bein' friendly ain't that a bitch
You used to be my brother, i'm a father, but the fact
Is homie don't play that
I don't play that
Man homie don't play that
4.Another Nigger In The Morgue
(scarface)
Let me get when i rock the...the..the...
This shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it man
Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music
So i can
Get down to businees
I think it's time i paid a little visit
To my run down neighbourhood cemetry
To tally up the people i buried
57, 58, 59, all layin' down in the same line
You sorry motherfuckers couldn't handle me
I done fucked up 17 families
So bring it on if you wanna play
Huh, make my motherfuckin' day
Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'ma put you ass on you back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue
Yeah i like that man
That shit sounds kinda funky don't it
Hahahaha, yo let me finish this freestyle tho man
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic
Hear me livin' on your ass bitch
Loadin' up my weapons gettin' ready for
Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war
Police come around in a meat wagon
Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin'
Off motherfuckers to a six fot ditch
I hope ya insruance paid up bitch
Cause tonight is the night motherfucker
Be a good killer or a damn good ducker
Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint
Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn
Ya gotta understand me
It's been a vet sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
So if you wanna come, come hard
Or you'll just be another nigga in the morgue
Yeah, you motherfuckas
Motherfuckas goin' for bad and shit
You know what i'm sayin'
But you'll be another niger in the morgue motherfucker
Oh yo, check this out
But gettin' back to the bloodbath
You motherfuckas out there go for bad
That shit played out my brother
I ride by and gun done motherfuckers
Whether friend or foe bro
Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go
Screamin' that shit about the squab mob
Talkin' big shit about the south park
Said he's gonna stop me
Shit didn't make me numb
Fuck 'em!
I'll put him on his ass cause he's bigger
Then worry about the other 3 niggas
All of them ran to get backup
That's 12 more bodies i'ma stack up
Open up the trunk in a rage
And loaded up my goddamn 12 gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't a started no static g
12 gun shots automatically
I ain't goin' out like no sucka
I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucka
Everybody knows that i ain't got it all
And i don't give a fuck about none a y'all
Hit 3 or 4 in the head
That's 3 or 4 niggers left for dead
It doesn't pay to check cards
Cuase i'm sendin' motherfuckas to the morgue...
5.Chuckie
verse one：bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit
That's why i murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm i grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head
Motherfuckers be worried 'cause i'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs
Mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th
The night of the living dead
？？？ ？？？ walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, i'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!
Verse 2：
Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and i'll start by killin me!
When i murder, i tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is chuckie, some say i'm insane
You give me some gin, and i might eat a dog's brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know i'll win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
I'm gettin hungry
I need to be fed
I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!
Half my body is chuckie
The other half is bushwick
A short nigga
Always pumpin' some lead
Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
What up
Get up
Sit up
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
A 9, a uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to try to go against chuck？
With fifty guns aimed at you
How the fuck you gonna duck？
Yo,
When i'm mad, i'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it ain't nothin' but child's play
Verse 3：
You'd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you don't i'll come out shootin
With my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off,
The way i'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say i'm crazy
Some say i'm on crack
Before i die
Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq
A born loooser
Some say i'm mindless
If i get pissed off
You leave naked and spineless
Worse than charles manson
Never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people
When i woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what i did i killed 300 more
Yo
You wanna rumble？
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
Cause i'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right
They dyin' tonight!
So, uh
Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherfuckin note that says 'chuckie's got em!'
6.Mind Playin Tricks On Me
Intro：scarface
I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that shit is on？ heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth
Verse one： scarface
At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing i ain't living right
But i ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the ak'
But i don't know who it is, so i'm watchin my back
I can see him when i'm deep in the covers
When i awake i don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like i own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say 'take a chill, b'
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you
Verse two： willie d
I make big money, i drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like i'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel i'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that i ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that i shot
Or is it the one i beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, i was scareder than a motherfucker
But they're laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If it's going down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like i figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What i saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere i go
Because i'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse three： scarface
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like i'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because i'm nervous
Every sunday morning i'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while i drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then i'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if i died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now i'm realizing that i love her
Now i'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
Verse four： bushwick bill
This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squab' no doubt
So i swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga i'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfuckin b's on him
The more i swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then i felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me
7.I'm Not A Gentleman
(willie d)
Ladies first, who the fuck made up that shit？
9 times outta 10 it was a bitch
I'm comin' at cha like this
Cause your pussy ain't no more important than my dick miss
I'm not your motherfuckin' doll
You won't see me runnin' to ya at your every beckon call
Bitches act like they handicapped
Want me to open doors, pull out chairs and all that
I'm the motherfuckin' gangster of love
So how you gonna run me like i'm some kind of scrub
Think your pussy made of gold, well it's not
You couldn't get a dime for it at the pawn shop
I won't pack your bags at the store
Now will i take you to a play or a musical, whore
And break my neck to be extra polite
I'll take your motherfuckin' ass to a chicken fight
And if you get cold, you gonna sneeze
Cause i ain't givin' you my coat, so i can freeze
People say my manners are minimum
I'm from the ghetto hoe
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I told you that in the first rap
Hell no i won't remove my cap
When i go to ya moms crib for my grill
T-shirt, sneakers and jeans is how i feel
(？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？？)
Cause i'll be eatin' with my hands not the proper utensils
I say yeah, naw, not ma'am
I was raised like that, so that's the way i am
I don't give a damn if ain't got a seat
My feet hurt bitch, you ain't no better than me
Stand your ass up, wait your time
I don't give a fuck if your 9 or 99
Drop something if you want to freak
And i won't leap to pick it up like a geek
In a dash or flash, goddamn, i'll pass
I'ma let you bend over so i can see dat ass
I might laugh, giggle, or grin
You could say willie d is out to win
People say my manners are minimum
I'm from the ghetto hoe
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
Or a nice guy or goodfella
I'll straight up tell her
Bitch, to suck my dick
Fuck that beatin' around the bush shit
When i go to see a hoe
I don't knock at the door, i blow
And if we go to a restaurant i don't let her pick it
Cause she'll try to choose the one most expensive
You don't like it when i walk in the front zone
Well slowpoke ass hoe, bring your ass on
But every woman ain't a motherfuckin' lady
I treat a hoe like a hoe and a bitch like a bitch
And a lady like a lady but i don't sip dom perrigion
And listen to luther or kenny g, its geto boys and jubiliee
You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall
If i'm wearin' (？？？？？)
You know i'm gettin' them draw's
People call me a lot of things love
But they'll never accuse me of
Being a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
8.Gota Let Your Nuts Hang
9.Fuck A War
＊phone rings＊
Hello, this is bushwick, motherfucking bill
[yes sir, i'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
Into
The united states military]
The unites states wants me for what？ hahahaha
Hahaha
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up？
[you need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
Please]
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you
stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this：
(bushwick bill)
Motherfuck a war, that's how i feel
Sendin' a nigga to a dentist to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand motherfuckers died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other motherfuckin' military branch
Of this united goddman states of this bitch america
Be a soldier, what for？
They puttin' niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for a broil
But i ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas i don't know
Yo bush! i ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead？ tell uncle sam i said
Chorus x2 (willie d)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
(bushwick bill)
In vietnam a lot of niggas died young
P.o.w.'s got hung
What the fuck do i know about a grenade
All i know is the (？？？？) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck？
Several more casualties show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why？
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that booby trap springs, boom!
Blow a motherfucker to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid
Tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your ass is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a damn hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only shit they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your ass will be home in one damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause i ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother fuck a war!
Chorus x2
Your lucky that i ain't the president
Cause i'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy
I'll aim one missle at iraq
And blow that little piece of shit off the map
Yeah, i wouldn't give a fuck (？？？？)
Cause i'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before i
enlist
To eat shit out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same damn uniform
(？？？？) breakin' on my funky ass feet
Skin crawlin' cause i ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if i'm comin' home or not
And if i do, i'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how uncle sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that shit
Mother fuck a war!
(chorus)x2
10.Ain't With Being Broke
11.Quickie
12.Punk-bitch Game
13.The Other Level
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around g;
It used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin, fuckin, fuckin
Ridin my dick like a horse, buckin, buckin
Now i'm gettin that enlightenment, in my life
I'm missin that excitement
Thinkin about, how these two girls could excite me
Then it hit me -- both of them liked me
Huh, haha, yeah that's the lick
Listen and learn, while i kick some more serious shit
..
Diggin deep into my mind, you understand
I came up with a dope-ass master plan
Thinkin while i sip on a 40
I got it! i'ma throw myself a private party
I called up one, and said, 'whassup？
What's goin on？' she said, 'nuthin much'
I said, 'hey, i got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha
She thinks you're pretty, and from what i told her, she too'
She thought about it and said, 'cool, it's on'
Pick me up at eight -- then i hung up the phone
I called up the other, dropped a little know-how
Kicked it to her smoooooth, that other level style
Then i dropped the second step of my plan
Asked her had she ever been with two men, or a woman and man？
('say what？') it's just a question, i'm not out to diss you
She said, 'yeah baby it's cool, but yo, i'm heterosexual'
She was frontin man, trust me
Cause she's the type of hoe who like to taste her own pussy
When we're fuckin she takes the dick out, licks it all over
Then she puts it in her mouth
Now after doin that type of shit
She could be talkin the other things real quick
I said, 'i got another friend, i wanna party with
And we can all get into the hot tub and have a little bit of fun
You know baby？ hahaha!
Consider this a test and if you pass you'll be my number one'
She said, 'okay it's a date
I gotta make a few runs, so pick me up at eight'
'huh, better make it eight thirty! give me some time to wash up,
And take a bath because i'm kinda dirty'
Before she hung up the phone, i said, 'wait!
If you wasn't special to me, i wouldn'ta invited you on the
date'
She said, 'yeah, i know - i love you see you later'
Things are gettin good but in the end they'll be much greater
..
Pick em up, then i make em feel comfortable
Crackin jokes, as if i was cliff huxtable
Get into the crib, things are hype
Fix em a couple of drinks, to get their heads right
But not too much cause i don't wanna make em woozy
Thirty minutes later, let's jump into the jacuzzi
One said, 'i didn't even bring a swimsuit'
The other said, 'don't worry about it - ain't nobody gonna bite
you;
Cause i don't have one either..'
The shit was gettin dope! i had to take a breather
Step into the water and it's showtime
I'm a nigga -- so i gots to go for mine
But the key's to have patience
But with two of the finest girls in the world, who wouldn't be
anxious？
But i kept my cool, grinnin like a devil
Know i'm bout to put these two bitches on that other level
Hayeah yeah yeah, i'm just your typical horny little devil
..
I make them both suck on my chest like mr. slick
Then i took one's head, and pushed it down to the dick
Now i got one on the dick, one on the nipples
Squeezin on they asses, the shit is so simple!
Then another smooth move real quick
I pushed the other bitch's head down to the dick
Now they're suckin on my dick like a lollipop
In and out of each other's mouth, when will they ever stop？
Oooh! suckin on my pole; and while they suckin on my pole
I'm runnin my fingers through their pussyholes
Then back up to the chest again - yes!
Everything is cool, cause i'm the best my friend
Now they're lickin on my chest, my nipples rather die
Jimmy pushed both of their heads together
Now they kissin one another - oooh!
Fifty minutes later, they were eatin each other
I got these bitches so much into themselves they forgot about me
And i'm sittin here, butt-motherfuckin-naked g
But after time went by, yo
You know a nigga like me, had to get down for mines
And i shoulda won a fuckin medal
For takin both of these bitches, to the other level
Bushwick bill, the other level, part one
Listen and learn, and you'll be aight
Geto boys outta here, 1991
Year two thousand and forever
14.Trophy
'who gives a fuck about a god damn grammy？'
(willie d)
Yo, flav, i give a fuck about a god damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes to award time
Niggaz be standin on the god damn sideline
I'm loadin my nine, cause i got a lotta grudges
I'm bout to take out the judges
Willie d won't shit cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy？
I'm under a microscope, for the songs i wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is that's why they don't ban me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so i kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit i don't know
Your whole vocabulary's baby baby baby
That's why you so god damn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn times
It ain't that he's better than the rest
It's just a damn popularity contest
Or a bribe or a favor
Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy？
(award host)
'and the winner is george strait'
'for best female vocalist, reba mcintyre'
'most appearances made after death, elvis presley
The king couldn't be here due to illness
So to accept his award on his behalf, we have grateful dead'
It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why i'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And i still ain't kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my suggestions
9 times outta 10 you see some country western
They need to have willie d on that stage
Pumpin his fists like this and gettin bliss
With md-20 20
Or the 40 o-z wit the rest of the gb
I'm tired of your boring shows
I make your stuck up ass audience say ho!
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy
(award host)
'and the winner is randy travis
And guns and...hey what the？'
(willie d)
'get the fuck outta the way
Get your ass out the god damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The god damn geto boys for most fuck words in a song
The bitch killa of the year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have ice cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 live crew
The high roller of the industry award goes out to ice t
The pro-black grammy goes out to public enemy
Cause they too black and they too god damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync god damn motherfuckin grammy
To those punk motherfuckers, milli vanilli'
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