Catch 22 No Love for the Roadie Lyrics:
Hmmm C22 These punk motherfuckers now a hip hop
crew? Naw, we just having some fun. A little
somethin' we wanna get done. Anyone say a word,
better shut your mouth biotch. We'll kick your
punk ass to the curb Sit your stupid ass on the
couch And nod your head to something new Feel it?
Na? Fuck you, we do We're on a mission, to beef
with anyone who fucks with our ambition So check
it and give a listen and let me explain Yo E-rock
bring back that instrumental refrain.
[Chorus:] Seven different members, meaning seven different
names, meaning seven different mouths speaking
seven different ways All common goals reamin Still
pigeon-holed status quo sucks cuz I haven't
changed.
No love for the roadie? Yo man, you're the roadie,
you don't... seven members, seven members, that's
it. That's all you got. Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you
jump up, it's like a clean cut Slicing through the
track with a machete Ready set go A Derringer
cover Cover me, cover you I'll take it slow and
easy, indiscreetly, I'm completely numb Come come
Surburban ragamuffin with a dancehall twist, I'm
saying I'm saying I'm saying nothing This Shot a
licka say it again kick it and come back for one
I'm running I'm running I'm running I'm running It
takes some time It's like a dream come true I'm in
heaven again We're right here jumping with you
Once again again, once once again again
[Chorus] Yo man, I work. Dude, you don't work. I work.
Yo, so let me come in real slow. Like 1, 2, I bet
you thought you knew about the style we present,
so intense cutting through with precision never
watered down but you're bound to drizound coming
around your town rocking a crowd with the sweetest
sound you ever heard fool there aren't no other
You wanna talk shit I have your running for your
mother Coming in quick you little bitch Throwing a
brick up in your window to get your affection So
pay attention, learn your lesson on this whole
next session When I grip the mic I spit my shit
like a veteran Wait stop the beat a second Now
bring it back again Catch 22 has come to bump your
party and get you jumping and keep it bumping Nah
forget about the bump, I'm gonna go and blaze it
up
[Chorus] YoI'm saying that's not right. Step back punk you
ain't got no place here...
I'm the one they call Perm so listen learn Gonna
make you twist and turn with this beat that I kick
it South River, Trax East Fuck with me you'll be
deceased 6 foot underground is where you'll be to
say the least East Coast Pride until I decide I
come in strong gonna bust you in the eye My piece
of pie is all I'm looking for Gotta get the door I
came to let you know All I rock is eckou Yo what
up Bean (Yo what up bro) So let me finish this up
quick cuz shit be getting thick So let me go out
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/BfX ]nice and slick Perm signing off so hand me my
sticks I'm not down with this motherfucking
microphone shit.
Yo dude, uh, you gonna sing the chorus? No dude I
don't like singing the chorus. Just sing the hook.
No, no, dude. Try that. No, I really don't...
check it. Peace.
[Chorus] You'd better recognize man, that ain't right. Yo
bump that man and get behind that table and sell
that t-shirt. It's eight, I said eight, yo. Na, I
don't think so. It's seven. Whatever, dude.
It's the P-a-t-r-i-c-k with the t-h-c m d-m- a So
listen while I wreck it Then listen to the record
Check it wait another second this won't take all
day I'm the dank natty dread deep banana head
Making a six string sing is hard done than said
Cuz saying it and doing it just ain't the same
They're like fire and rain It's like night and day
But at night or day in the AM or the PM You know
I'm hitting TM I call 'em like I see 'em So rewind
the rhyme stick it in your eye and let the old
school open your mind one time
[Chorus] Yo I ?? represent. No you ain't busting no rhymes,
man. The only thing thing busting is your ass if
you don't sell those records & tapes, kid. I do my
work.
You ladies better run for cover, cuz I'm the
lyrical lover I stimulate and penetrate you like
no other I'm a hip-hop transformer, a sexual
performer Best get out of my way Cuz I'm turning
the corner So let me start with my present I'm the
phat Illmont resident, getting more play than our
current president Ladies start the bump Let's get
the bass to thump I'm Ian and I'm calling out the
motherfucking chumps Cuz I'm badder than Darth
Vader I'm called the Terminator Lyrically you all
know that I'm the dominator You're not ready for
me and all that I bring cuz I float like a
butterfly and sting like a bee So now you all know
it's true that the C22 crew is coming for you with
a beat that's brand new That's right cuz I'm the
big smooth and you be feeling my groove Yeah I'm
the motherfucker showing Jordan his moves.
[Chorus] Yo I'm not saying it again, I want props. Yo you
best step away from the mic before I get Ike
Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck You wanna get jumped chump punk? Come
press your luck by our whole crew we all stone
you, own you, for a while you just wasn't looking
But what you gonna do? (Whoo, is that Mingus over
there?) Yeah you hear me talking Spitting out the
candy for your ears Move your rears to this Ghetto
booty shaking Taking it all and yo raking the
dough in ho And me and my boys in 22 you just
don't know we be pimping in the clubs with my man
Jeff singing reggae dub with Perm, TM, Ian, and
KG, Kirk E. Fresh, me I'm Mingus and our boy J-E.
Merch guys and roadies around the world this is
your time so grab your girl It's time to show you
what we do We're not your little tools TDE is down
for me as I kick it old school. East coast Jersey
represent don't fuck with me cuz you can't repent
What you say will come back to you If you doubt me
just test my crew Don't break my trust cuz I'm no
fool and you starting rumors doesn't make you cool
Just a punk ass bitch with too much time and until
you talked shit everything was fine But now it's
too late what's said is said, You're getting
fucked up this is the end. Biotch.
[Chorus] Eight different members, eight different names,
eight different mouths speaking eight different
ways All common goals remain, still pigeon-hole
status quo sucks cuz we haven't changed.
Lyrics: No Love for the Roadie, Catch 22 [end]