"Born Yesterday"  Parental Advisory genre: Alternative Hip Hop
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	What do ya think I was born yesterday? Haven't we all heard this before...
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	Lyrics I'm just a nit-picky freak And on a rap n roll streak And busting rhymes all the times Like every day of the week I sit and speak On the mike... hold the cord real tight I might rip this shit apart... yo but please don't let me start Yea we rock Round the clock Never stop Go tic-toc Cruise the zone with a bone Huff and puff and we drone On and on till we home Sitting there all alone Hide the high from the folks Eyes cannot be shown They like--- "What the hell's that smell?" "It's pot I can tell" "You can't fake us, we your parents" "That's it in a nutshell" "I wasn't born yesterday The apple doesn't fall far from the tree Thats the best advice, so take it from me" Yea well thats swell Dad Come on- don't be so mad And mom I'm doing real good so enough... come on just be glad I like to relax and kicks backs ands pack it up I like to blaze to a daze until I can't get up No color turnip in my pupils And I'm causing people scruples So just turn-up this beat yo To pump it down the street so People can bounce- bob their head- swing and jive Recognize its just me Bazz From the big beehive And now I'm buzzin- Dirty Dozen Come sign me to your label I'll never let you down... I really think that I am able Shady Records help me out I wanna stand up and shout But no one hears or even cares So whats this shit all about? I'm just an addict for rap So fucking cut me some slack I don't take shit and sit back I will get up and attack And I don't flaunt it and wave But its a brand new age And this sage will engage With writing lyrics on this page With this pen in my right And some bud on my left It's grand theft Tall lean 6'1 chin cleft That's me- I'm free When I'm feeling my flows I'm on my toes I expose, YEA! And only God knows Why I do what I do and Why I write what I say When I scribble what I feel Drunk and high when I sway To and fro grabbing hoes I'm a punk when I'm drunk In my trunk there's some skunk Diggety dank--- go kaplunk Take a rip from the footer You better hold that shit in Slowly ease- it's like a tease Go let the high begin Yea I cuss and curse And you know to make matters worse There's ain't no verse Where I don't curse I must be needing a nurse I coerce the young With the fucking gibberish tongue And submerse your mom Laughing at the shit that I've sung I don't take shit for granted I demanded some action Make noose on rope if you ain't dope with the proper satisfaction My reaction's unpredictable Kinda sleezy and sly If you catch me at the wrong time I'm not a nice guy But I try to be friendly Unless you act like a prick In fact it makes me mad Yea it really makes me sick How many fuckers do you got in your crew? Now tell me, how many beers can you drink till you spew? I'm saying how many pokes, and how many times? How many beats and how many rhymes? Must I make, take, fling, bring, ring in your ears Where's the money bell ca-ching To fulfill all my cares When the going gets tough Hell the tough get going And now you knowing The rhymes that are flowing And rolling down this very street YEA! To this very beat WHAT! Rumble in your seat SHIT! Sweep you off your feet I ain't no stranger to danger Till there's a dagger in my face I don't like what I hear We got a bragger in this place Use mace to blind And get ripped off the kind bud Shoulder shrug... pass the drug Drink the mug--- go and chug Yack on my rug get a smack in the face Too dope too dope, yea I'm outta this place I leave you in awe with a dropped fucking jaw Bazzurk makes it work

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