Текст песни:

Everybody knows trouble is easy to get
Burned out dealer to the teachers pet
For some fun there is always sex
Hiding in the corner like a shy t-rex
Mmmmmmmmmmmm..mmmmmmm

Around your home are the ways and means
Guns hiding under porno magazines
There’s booze and thrills, cheap thrills and dreams
Murder is a game on a pc screen

[Chorus1]
Little baby lost to the world outside
Trying not to let anyone inside
Learning what you get from a TV set
And it makes you crazy
Hiding all the way on the bathroom shelf
Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself
Beautiful as this whole world can be, you just don’t see it
And it makes me crazy, yeahhh..Aww

This chicks trying to pay for things
Swinging from a pole with a nipple ring..(yeah)
This dudes trying to ease the sting
Tying of his arm with a nylon string

Mirror mirror can you tell
If they are kneeling in confession or if they just fell
The mirror looks back and it knows damn well
It’s really hard living when you’re living with yourself

[Chorus2]
Little baby lost to the world outside
Trying not to let anyone inside
Only love you get is from a TV set
And it makes you crazy
Hiding all the way on a bathroom shelf
Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself
Talking in your head
Laying awake in bed in the twightlight screaming

And it makes me crazy
It drives me crazy yeah
It makes me crazy yeah…
A wwwwww wahhh awww wahhhh

Everybody lost to the world outside
Trying to fill a hole that will grow till the day that you die
Never knew it would be this way
Living in a place that u never wanna face night and day
Never knew it would be this way
And it drives me crazy

Everybody lost to the world outside
Losing all control of the boat they drive
Only love you get is from a TV set
And it makes you crazy

Hiding all the way on the closet shelf
Busted in the mirror by an image of yourself
Talking in your head laying awake in your bed
And it makes me crazy

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Chicka chicka ahh,
Chicka chicka ahh…

You say you want you a club slut who got the big fat ass,
The kind that got them DSL′s and shake her booty fast,
Well know this before you go to sleep at night,
Well never trust a fella look ya mom in the eye aight?
And when she gets in your face you say,
Oh no no no bitch get outta my way hey!
Because you know she gonna stay,
And so you know you gonna play…

Get up on the dance floor and now shake your butt,
Cause you know you gettin′ on with the club slut,
You know you like it fast,
She left you on your ass!
Woah yea oh yea oh billy don′t be silly baby go back home,
Oh I know yeah but,
So he fell in love with the club slut,
Fell in love with the club slut,
So what…

You say you want you a bad girl who got the big fat thighs,
The kind that never ever say no,
And got the fake green eyes,
Well know this before you start going down,
But I drag her ass to the doctor get some blood work done,
And her head to knock it around,
So you think you′re swingin′ it big,
Packin′ a rig,
It′s lover Jones,
Watch out cracka,
You end up deader than John Holmes,
Just bones,
Nothin′ but love bones!
Ya know she gonna stay,
So ya want it every day…

Get up on the dance floor and now shake your butt,
Cause you know you gettin′ on with the club slut,
You know you like it fast,
She left you on your ass!
Woah yea oh yea oh billy don′t be silly baby go back home,
Oh I know yeah but,
So he fell in love with the club slut,
Woah yea oh yea oh billy don′t be silly baby go back home,
Oh I know yeah but,
So he fell in love with the club slut,
Fell in love with the club slut,
So what…

You wanna bone?
Let′s go!

Chicka chicka ahh!

Chicka chicka ahh,
Chicka chicka ahh,
Because you know she gonna play,
So you want her every day,
Because she comin′ home to stay,
Because she give you ecstasy,
Because she want it all the time,
And she make you feel it right,
Because she want it every day,
Because she give you ecstasy,
Get up on the dance floor and now shake your butt,
Cause you know you gettin′ on with the club slut,
You know you like it fast,
She left you on your ass!
Woah yea oh yea oh billy don′t be silly baby go back home,
Oh I know yeah but,
So he fell in love with the club slut,
Get up on the dance floor and now shake your butt,
Cause you know you gettin′ on with the club slut,
You know you like it fast,
She left you on your ass!
Woah yea oh yea oh billy don′t be silly baby go back home,
Oh I know yeah but,
So he fell in love with the club slut,
Fell in love with the club slut,
So what…

Chickie chickie ahh!

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Yeah yeah yeah,
Yo every time she wanna do it like she want what I got,
Maybe then we gettin′ freaky but then maybe we not,
You so hot,
Wanna do it a lot,
(Man this girl gotta go she′s a head full of crazy),
She wanna do me at the movies like I′m Tom Cruise,
So I go reachin′ for the goodies endin′ up with a bruise,
Lookin′ for clues,
I got nothin′ to lose,
Man this girl gotta go I don′t want her to stay,
Ooh yeah you know I know that I don′t mind,
But if I want you to stay,
Well then I′ll let you know,
And I said ooh yeah,
You know I know that I don′t mind,
But I don′t want you to stay,
So you gotta go!
(You always give it to me!)

Now I was rollin′ with my buddies till way past three,
And we was doin′ Captain Morgan′s ′n ecstasy,
The early mornin′ crickets hasslin′ me,
There′s a knock at the door,
There′s a head full of crazy,
And when she try to give me lovin′ I end up like a gimp,
Looks like a hoochie mamma wookie huggin′ up on a shrimp,
That′s the line now I walk with a limp,
And this girl gotta go I don′t want her to stay,
Ooh yeah you know I know that I don′t mind,
But if I want you to stay,
Well then I′ll let ya know,
And I said ooh yeah,
You know I know that I don′t mind,
But I don′t want you to stay,
So you gotta go away,
Hey!
Oh oh oh down today,
(Get by!)

So I′m dreamin′ that I′m sleepin′ with Britney Spears,
And then I wake up to the smell of cigarettes and beer,
The hairspray isn′t helpin′ me here,
And this girl gotta go I don′t want her to stay…

Ooh yeah you know I know that I don′t mind,
But if I want you to stay,
Well then I′ll let ya know,
And I said ooh yeah,
You know I know that I don′t mind,
But I don′t want you to stay,
So you gotta go,
No I don′t want you to stay,
So you gotta go away,
Hey!
Oh oh oh down today,
No woah,
Hey!
Oh oh oh down today…

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Forget about the party shit′s in Calamazoo,
And I don′t feel like drivin′ any more than you do,
We gotta house party over here in the place,
With all the local honey drippin′ up in my face,
We gotta female goin′ up in my room,
It′s gotta big tail and it′s ready to boom boom!
What′s the sweet smell in the air?
Y′all go crazy up in here!
Fauna on the corner glowin′ low on the street,
Me big ′ol head bounce sittin′ back with the beat,
I keep my head down and I never repeat,
Upon the same route where they′re beatin′ their feet,
All chokin′ on a stick,
Fuzzy wuzzy want it thick,
Not like crack heads when they suckin′ on a dick baby,
I′m a git you higher,
Big bricks′z!
No tricks′z!

Hey money money money money,
Yo money money money money,
Blow money money money money,
Show money money money money,
Hey money money money moneygrip zoom,
Yo money money money moneygrip zoom,
For a hey bit bit it it it it rocks it,
Dit dit dit dit dit dit da rit tit tit tit,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like yeahyeah,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like yeahyeah yo,
Woah!
Woah!
Woah!

Everybody talk but they ain′t makin′ no sense,
They say iggawattafuggayattagodeedadenz,
I′m like what the fuck you sayin′ man?
Listen to the music there ain′t nobody playin′,
Ya thinkin′ that the chronic went ′n fizzled my brain,
Ya thinkin′ that cheapest spray painted the pain that I,
Cool out get red get with it,
Chill like a pill with the mellow in it,
Giggle like ya foot fall asleep in the truck,
All you can eat Chinese eight bucks!
Me ′n everybody′s headed up to the street,
Wanna party loddie doddie money up in the grip,
Big daddy got the big daddy grin on his face,
Through up the YZ first leg of the race baby,
I′m a git you higher,
Big bricks′z!
No tricks′z!

Hey money money money money,
Yo money money money money,
Blow money money money money,
Show money money money money,
Hey money money money money grip zoom,
Yo money money money money grip zoom,
For a hey bit bit it it it it rocks it,
Dit dit dit dit dit dit da rit tit tit tit,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like yeahyeah,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like yeahyeah yo…

Hey money money money money,
Yo money money money money,
Blow money money money money,
Show money money money money,
Hey money money money money grip zoom,
Yo money money money money grip zoom,
For a hey bit bit it it it it rocks it,
Dit dit dit dit dit dit da rit tit tit tit,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like yeahyeah,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like (crank it up!) yeahyeah yo…
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like yeahyeah,
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh yeah!
(Crank it up when you′re suckin′ on a stick of doom boom boom!)
Oh uh woah uh woah uh woah uh ha yeahyeah like (crank it up!) yeahyeah yo...

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Aww way back in the day when I was still livin′ in Queens,
Barely hip to the hopper Run DMC,
Me ′n my main man Perez,
Kickin′ back with a six pack of Guinness,
X-wing fighters flyin′ off of the bus,
Too fast like we got perennies on us,
To everyone we was one in the same,
Like brothers sharin′ a name,
Then many years on down the line,
We torin′ needles in his eye,
All the sudden like out of the sky,
Turn around angry to dry,
What what what what what you show no sign,
I never knew this friend of mine,
Yeah knew this friend of mine,
Yeah yeah,
I got so much trouble on my mind,
Though I don′t try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of line,
But now it′s too low!
Yeah you blow my mind,
Don′t want your face around,
Yeah what just went down,
Don′t want your face around…

Remember the time we watched kung-fu together,
Couldn′t play outside because of bad weather,
Back then I knew you was my best friend,
Somehow I needed that right now,
Boilin′ up like a roller in a crack pipe,
Goin′ up on the gate for the whole shot,
Redlined twelve amped up pistons,
Gimme teeth so I can put my fist in,
There is nothing left of you and me,
The bird has flown out of the tree,
Long gone and nothin′ is the same,
Blowed up like a face with no name,
What what what what what whatcha wanna do?
Cause I don′t believe whatcha do,
Yeah believe whatcha do yeah yeah,
I got so much trouble on my mind,
Though I don′t try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of line,
But now it′s too low!
Yeah you blow my mind,
Don′t want your face around,
Yeah it kills the sound,
When you hang around,
(Ooh why did you turn?),
And kick me to the ground now,
Yeah just one down,
Don′t want your face around…

At times I dream of better days,
When we was chillin′ in the place,
Now I live within a sound,
And you will never bring me down,
(Yeah!),
I got so much trouble on my mind,
Though I don′t try to be unkind,
Sometimes it gets way out of line,
But now it′s too low!
Yeah you blow my mind,
Don′t want your face around,
Yeah it kills the sound,
When you hang around,
(Ooh why did you turn?),
And kick me to the ground now,
Yeah just one down,
Don′t want your face around…

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Do you think that I can get some jiggy jiggy
Maybe gets a little finger sticky sticky
You my electrical lip balm flavor
I gotta do ya until the next song saves ya
And can I get a little zip zip lookie lookie
Maybe just a little uh uh nookie nookie
Hey what you say, it doesn’t matter anyway
You won’t do another ’cause you’re getting with me

She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flavor of the cootchie
And did I mention, hey pay attention
Gonna take that bootie to the nudie dimension
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

[Chorus]
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty shy whoap
Oh hey hey hey hey hey hey oh pretty pretty fly whoap
What do I have to say to get inside girl what do I have to say

Can I get a little yum, yum kitty kitty
Just a little sumthin sumthin itty bitty
Do you wanna get triple x groovie
Gimme gimme some of that kinda movie
And let me spin ya like a record wicky wicky
Let me get you butt naked licky licky
Here we go yo here’s the scenario
Gonna strip you down like a car in the barrio

Ya got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flavor of the cootchie
I’m your lovey dovey bedtime player
Call me the super sexy boogie man slayer
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flavor of a cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flavor of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!
Do you think that I can get some jiggy jiggy
Maybe gets a little finger sticky sticky
You wanna suck it like a bong hit whack it
You gotta be my First Lady Jack it

She got the power of the hootchie
I got the fever for the flavor of the cootchie
Let’s party hardy and rock n’ roll
We drink Bacardi and smoke a bowl
I got the green glow under my car
I got the boom boom system you can hear real far

[Repeat Chorus]
I got the fever for the flavor of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
I got the fever for the flavor of the cootchie
Yo hey ma yo hey ma yo hey mamama hootchie
Whoap Whoap Go!

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Uh uh…
Wha wha?
Zoom boom boom boom,
Uh…
Wha wha?
Uh uh…
One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!
Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
Gettin′ off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
Ya wanna mail the letter,
Ya gotta lick the stamp,
Not once not twice,
But three times damn!
Pretty!
Wah!
See that!
Cha!
She go she go she go she goin′ down on it,
We go we go we go we goin′ down on it,
They go they go they go they goin′ down on it,
He go he go he go he goin′ down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin′ down on it,
You go you go you go you goin′ down on it,
They go they go they go they goin′ down on it,
What side westside was your best side!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!
Uh uh,
Black on white,
White on black,
Used to love a black chick,
She loved me back,
Say wiggy wiggy wig wig,
Wiggy wiggy wack,
The big ′ol bouncin′ boobies give your grandpa heartattack,
You run it through the front door but you leavin′ through the back,
You jumpin′ over fences and you almost rip your sack,
You suckin′ down the juices like your favorite flavor tang,
The lover aborigine the baby boomerang,
The coochie be the kryptonite and you be supermang,
Wassup cussup now dizza dizza wang!
See that!
Cha!
Pretty!
Wah!
She go she go she go she goin′ down on it,
He go he go he go he goin′ down on it,
She go she go she go she goin′ down on it,
They go they go they go they goin′ down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin′ down on it,
We go we go we go we goin′ down on it,
They go they go they go they goin′ down on it,
What side westside you go down on it!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!
Whoo!
Uh uh…
Zoom boom boom boom,
Uh uh…
Wuh wuh wuh wuh...
This is the acid rock section of the song,
All you burned out acid hippies singin′ along,
With your campfires goin′ and your barbecues on,
With your cold beer campfires sing it along,
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
C′mon hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Hey!
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
(Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah),
Lookout!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
What′s that?
Cha!
One on one,
Two on one,
Three on one,
Add one for fun!

Ya gotta flicky flicky flick flick flicky flick yo tongue,
Ya run it straight across her belly through her cooch and down her bum,
You could be the pony boy you could be the one,
You drive it like a semi to the setting summer sun,
Gettin′ off just like the traffic at the local exit ramp,
Notice that the weather in the region getting damp,
Ya wanna mail the letter,
Ya gotta lick the stamp,
Not once not twice,
But three times damn!
See that!
Wah!
Pretty!
Cha!
She go she go she go she goin′ down on it,
He go he go he go he goin′ down on it,
They go they go they go they goin′ down on it,
Who go who go who go who goin′ down on it,
You go you go you go you goin′ down on it,
We go we go we go we goin′ down on it,
They go they go they go they goin′ down on it,
She go she go she go she goin′ down on it!
Wait a minute!
Lookout lookout!
Cha!

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Once in a good while,
Ya might find somebody to love you,
Yeah,
Kinda like ya momma,
Or ya grandmamma watchin′ above you,
Ooh yeah,
I hope that you stay for the night,
I′ve made the bed and I′ve saved your side,
Make me over,
Bring me to the light,
Until the sunshine opens my eyes,
Wait with a smile and I′ll,
See you in a little while…

They say that I′ve changed,
Since I′ve been livin′ without you,
Yeah,
I can′t stay in one place,
The memories they chase me,
Around the room,
I planted a shade tree,
And I lay there thinkin′ about you,
Yeah,
The leaves fall around me,
I′d love to blow away with them,
If I could,
Sometimes you win,
Sometimes you don′t,
Ride my landslide,
Out with the tide,
You ain′t goin′ nowhere,
If ya goin′ there alone,
Hold me over,
The next flight to mine,
Here with a smile and I′ll,
I′ll see you in a little while…

I used to waste my sweet time,
Till you arrived,
Now I don′t know how I′ll spend my time alive,
When it′s over,
All said and done,
Bags packed,
Tags checked,
Front of the line,
I lay in clover under the sun,
Lift my eyes up to the sky,
And smile,
Cause I′ll,
I′ll see you in a little while,
I′ll see you in a little while,
I′ll see you in a little while…

@ Hot Action Cop

Текст песни:

Whoo!
Naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Uh uh uh huh huh uh uh huh uh uh uh huh
Naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Uh uh uh huh huh uh uh huh
Naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Yeah!


Yo, we gotta start this mission
Hot action wont be dissin
Big dog is off the colla
Gonna hear y′all schemers holla


Oh, better get a witness
All up and in yo buisiness
You be like "Yeah? But who be?"
Wanna play when the man got you-b


Blood rushes to my head
But you betta wach out for
Sweat dripping from my head


Ah ah aahw ah ahhhhhh, yeah yeah


Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson
Ah ah aahw ah ahhhhhh, yeah
Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson


Naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Uh uh uh huh huh uh uh huh uh uh uh huh


Drug delaers, thugs, and villians
Hopped up on cash and dealin′
Yo, better watch your back now
Hop! take bob-o for smack down
Whoop! gotta hold my whiteness
Don′t mess with all this tightness
Yo! you better check your mirror
Hot action′s gettin nearer


Blood rushes to my head
And ya betta watch out for
Sweat dripping from my head


Ah ah aahw ah ahhhhhh, yeah yeah
Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson


Ah ah aahw ah ahhhhhh, yeah yeah
Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson


Naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Uh uh uh huh huh uh uh huh uh uh uh huh


How do we stay so smooth?
How do we stay so smooth?
How do we stay so smooth?


Yeah naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson


yeah naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
look′s like it′s hot action


Yeah naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson


Yeah naa na na naa na na naa na na naa, naaaaaaa
Look′s like it′s hot action
Jammin′ wit Samuel L. Jackson!

@ Hot Action Cop