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What We Got To Say
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Howlin'
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Just Ain't
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It's On
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The Fire
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Party's Over
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released 22 November 2011
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A hip-hop trio hailing from Austin, TX with a fresh sound and unique voice.
Debut full-length album "True Facts" available now.
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- Track Name: What We Got To Say
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[Hook]
If you think that
You know a goddamn thing
About what we got to say
Motherfucker you're wrong
If you think that
You know a goddamn thing
About what we got to say
You couldn't be more wrong
[Verse 1: Travis]
I'm just a wrapper, don't want you to see what's underneath
That's why I talk about food, fucking girls, and sometimes weed
And I don't even smoke; sorry the illusion is shattered
But if you're feeling this shit, then it shouldn't even matter
Rappers make songs about dro and songs about hoes
"Lumbo Gold" and "Bumpin' Crotches" were songs about those
It may not all be true but you seem to like it
And writing about it is easy, just like riding a bike is
You know, fuck being serious; I need to roll up some Lumbo
Best in the west, make my shit go jumbo
Drink some Black Gold and down a slice of this cake
About to be so far gone, just start calling me Drake
I got this lust for life, but I got more for this girl
That I'm gonna fuck all night and give a necklace of pearl
Cat got my tongue? Nah, my tongue is on that pussy
Fucked up and getting laid, that's the way that it should be
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Andrew]
Born of shadow and flame, chasing after the game
Cold sweats and shivers: how you react to my name
Balrog stomp make your balls rock off
Fuck them other rappers, man, they're all knock-offs
Counterfeit goods masquerading as real
Those motherfuckers don't create, they steal
They copy, they trace, they don't paint their own
They've got a new joint? Well that shit ain't their own
Fuck everybody who don't try something new
You want something original? They don't know what to do
They heard some shit last week, maybe last year
"Hey, make a track just like this shit right here!"
Yeah just go ahead and do what's been done
But do it without me, cause it's been fun
I'll leave you stuck in your failing ways
But I'm heading out cause I've got trail to blaze
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dean]
Who do you know what is fresher than this guy?
Lyrically slicker than my dick on lips before I bust in her left eye
Bringing the fucking heat on a real swamp-ass beat
Shooting lots of skeet on little pretty bitches' feet
Yeah your boy nasty, show me where the cats be
Throwing crazy parties like I'm the Great Gatsby
I do things different than all these dudes looking ashy
Like, hey babe come here and show me them ass cheeks
See when you're a G like me, you can be forward
Cause when I sleep with a girl, she try and record it
When I'm done I hop up and say I gotta record
A new track with the Boiz; besides, I'm already
I'm changing the game, making sure it don't stay the same
Yeah we're bringing the pain, putting all y'all to shame
Putting flame on dope tracks, like you can't do dummy
Dee Dubz HB and free money, quit acting funny - Track Name: Get Up! Get Up! (ft. Doug F.)
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[Verse 1: Andrew]
I'm on fire, call the boys in red
I'm gonna get stuck, the noise in your head
I'll keep ringing around like a bullet on metal
Too hot to touch, like steam from a kettle
Gotta cool down? Go outside where it's breezy
I'll be in here, just laying it down like it's easy
And if you wanna lay down with me, girl, don't tease me
It would be beyond awesome if you could at least be
Honest when you're dealing with a man such as me
Cause I ain't got no fucking problem with leaving you up a creek
I'll leave your ass at the club; I don't want you at home
And I ain't got no problem with being alone
If you call me up, I'll ignore that shit like it's politics
Cause girl, getting with you ain't no sort of accomplishment
Girl, can you even smell your body?
If I got with you, I wouldn't tell nobody
[Hook]
What up? What up?
Yo, what's happenin'?
Get up! Get up!
Get them booties clappin' and
Get your feet on the floor
Your hands in the air
Come on everybody everywhere
[Verse 2: Travis]
Whenever I fucking rhyme it's like I'm starting a goddamn war
Dropping f-bombs all the time like the cast of Jersey Shore
Speaking of those guys, I'd say a word to Snooki
I'd say hi then I'd try to taste her chocolate chips and cookies
I'd like to take her back to my place and get her under my sheets, and then
I'm kidding. Good god. Bring back the beat
I was misleading and lying to you, I'm pleading and crying for you
To forgive me for having a couple of couplets about Snooki and I in the nude
Could this be magic, this album you hear?
Man this beat is emphatic, please let out a cheer
One for Andrew with the hellified beats
And then one for me with the hellified rhymes
One for Dean with the hellified tweets
And one for all of us for tapping hellified dimes
Don't wear your voice out, man you still need to use it
Hear this chorus coming up? You need to sing along to it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dean]
Yo, get up with your fine ass
And move it around like you're diversifying assets
Cause you look fine sitting there with your friends in the club
But I can tell by your face that you need a butt rub
Lucky you! I'm just the man for the job
And if I rub your butt, can you rub my knob?
Oops I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be so forward
Forget it; let's just move over to the dance floor
Swing your hips to the left, swing your hips to the right
All the while my dick is trying to get between your thighs
That's the way the game's played; don't get mad baby
Cause you know all I want is my dick up in your naughty thing
And honestly girl, I ain't blaming you
Cause if I was a chick, I'd try to bang me too!
[Verse 4: Doug F.]
Everybody in the party, they're just getting a little loose
By sipping on Bacardi and a bit of Grey Goose
When the pigs start to coming, nobody vamoose
They can hold their Kevin Bacon cause it's not Footloose
And I'm here with the Boiz, put the spot in a craze
And you're on your little substance in your own happy daze
We ain't talking Fonz, we ain't talking Ritchie
We're just keeping it live like it fucking should be
We're staying so fly, keeping it funky
We rock this modern life, keeping it spunky
My endeavors are clever, but it's really whatever
When they're talking about dimes, they're really getting heffers
Keep them hands up, cause all we do is win
Taking back Sunday, you should tell all your friends
When they knock on the door and be like "What's that noise?"
It's that boy Doug Funnie here with Dem Waffle Houze Boiz
[Hook] - Track Name: Hold Up (ft. Cheldon McQueen)
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[Hook]
Whoa now, haters gonna hate
I throw my fork down, get that beef up off my plate
You better hold up, wait a minute wait
You're talking bullshit that don't matter anyway
[Verse 1: Andrew]
Yo, bitch, stop your whining, cause it's driving me crazy
Your name calling is lame and your insults are lazy
I think it'd be better for everyone if you never spoke again
I'd say that's the first step if you ever wanna have some friends
But I guess that you don't ever plan on that
Cause it just ain't realistic
You'll be alone for eternity
Just twisted and sadistic
Give yourself a hand, what you're doin is really worth it
When you make yourself look like a jackass, man
That shit is picture perfect
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Dean]
I say "Fuck nah!" when I see that beef up on my plate
Gavin never left no food up on his plate
Haters gonna hate, what the fuck can I do?
Put all the beef up in a pot and make a stew
What's the fucking point of being a bitch
Talking shit on the internet and all that bullshit?
Say it to my face if you've got a fucking problem
Don't gotta worry cause I can fucking solve 'em
Y'all pussy-ass bitches get the shit up out my face
Keep acting up, you'll get your body in a brace
I know that you never even got to first base
But what'd I even do to you in the first place?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cheldon McQueen]
Hold up, put the fork down
Like a Muslim, put the fork down
They hate me like a sport now
But I ball on them, nigga what now?
Haters gonna hate
I tell them say it to my face
Cause all these forks up in the room
And your girl still wanna spoon
So where my butter knife is? Cause the kid trying to spread
I mean it's hard to get up in her, can a nigga get some credit?
Cause she's gonna take the credit, debits and the pets
If you're trying to call it off, it's off, off with your neck, hold up
I kind of need this thing, so you think you could wait like a couple hundred years?
Shit, at least a couple decades
At least enough to get laid
At least enough so I can take you to my homes like we eses
You know I'm playing with you, quit trying to leash me up
But hypothetically, como se dice "Suck these coconuts?"
You'll get it when you're older
We've got a phrase for you haters in the industry:
Free promotion, bruh
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Travis]
I got all these people saying to me, "You're in a rap group?
But you're so quiet, oh my god, you really threw me for a loop!
My head is spinning, I'm feeling like I'm being duped
You're like a skinny Biggie, white Weezy, you're like a young Snoop!"
I laugh and nod and say "That might not be true, but thanks
Though, in the future please refrain from saying that I'm like Wayne."
To my face you're talking to me about how our shit's the bomb
And when I'm gone you post our vids on ComedyCentral.com
"Make fun of this dumb bitch" is what your comment did say
And for some reason you also said that my roommate is super gay
Hate on me all you want, but why bring Shelly Jax into this?
And why do you feel the need to bring up the fact he macks on dicks?
You're one to talk, spend all your time a-blowin that tree
You got nothing to show, is that why you're jealous of us three?
You act like we're buds, pal, but I know you're talking shit
Cause the shit is on your lips and I watch it drip, drip, drip
[Hook] - Track Name: Howlin'
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[Verse 1: Andrew]
Oh my god, what do I hear?
Ain't heard nothing like it in a million years
Hard as fuck, my oh my
Gonna take this whole game, blow it to the fucking sky
To the fucking sky? Fucking in the sky
Join the fucking club, we're a mile high
So far up, don't look down
Look at all your options, I'm the best around
Hey girl, what you think I'm in here for?
Just to pop a bottle and blow some indo smoke?
I know you're trying to say that you ain't been no ho
But I'm gonna try to get it in cause you're a 10, no joke
Girl I swear that you were like the finest girl I ever saw
Seen a lot of girls but no one ever gave me heavy jaw
When you drop it to the floor, you make me drop it to the floor
When I get a little taste, I wanna get a little more
I swear you're fine like Egyptian sheets
Fresh off the vine, I know you're sickly sweet
I wanna make you mine, I wanna kiss your feet
It's time to introduce you to Mr. Meat
Let's retreat to some privacy
Cause we're gonna have one hell of a time, you see
It's time to work, I better clock in
Get the job done, and get the bed to rockin'
[Verse 2: Dean]
Hey girl, whatcha gonna do
When I come at you dick hard and balls blue?
All I really wanna do is share my goo
On a hot bitch's face, so how about you?
Pikachu, I choose you
To be the pot in which I cook my stew
Put a baby in the oven but it's all on you
I can't be a dad, got living to do
But bitch you should be honored
That your cervix just got clobbered
And girl you should be thankful
That your love-hole I did make full
And I think I deserve some payment
For the way I filled your anus
But you act like I did you no favors
So for you no 31 flavors
[Verse 3: Travis]
These bonafide bitches need a boner ride, bitches
Throwing them a curveball but they always catch my pitches
Yeah I may be a pro but I'll still play Bush League
Before the game starts, put your pads on both knees
Fiending for my nuts like a ravenous squirrel
Cause we all know balls and bats rule the fucking world
Home plate, am I safe? You must be joking, ha
Of course I'm not safe; ooh baby, I like it raw
When it comes to pussy, my dick is like catnip
Just one whiff and girls go crazy for that shit
Girl you need this dick, so stop talking to that prick
It's like I spilled oil cause I know that I'm that slick
Always begging to bump crotch; did I mention
That these girls are addicted, man? They need an intervention
But I won't give it to them cause I love the attention
So we always get together man, there ain't no contention
That's all I've gotta say so I guess in summary:
I need you to remove your dungarees
I'm hungry as a hippo and I know you've been drinking
Cause why else would you wear those? What were you thinking?
Cause I'm thinking about you and girl nothing else
So let's go back to my place and remove our belts
And remove our pants and remove our shirts
Now that we ate out, we'll have our just desserts - Track Name: The Morning After (ft. Cheldon McQueen)
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[Verse 1: Andrew]
The sunlight makes my eyes crack open
Man I wish I could just rewind that
Back to last night, my memory, can I find that?
Did I come home with a dime piece or a dime sack?
Either way, man, I can’t remember
Nothing at all, not even what I had for dinner
Or who I sat next to with the tightest figure
Or if I gave her a rose like my name was Sigur
Or if we left without paying our tab
Or if we made out the whole way in the cab
Man this must’ve had to been
A girl that I would see again
Make it feel like me and her was -ous
I’m talking like tremend
I guess I’ll never know who graced me with her presence
The mystery unsolved, leaving me guessing seconds
Damn, a note, she left it on my dresser
Let’s see what it says: “I’ve had better”
[Hook]
I’ve never felt like this
It’s like I’m twelve feet tall
It’s the morning after
I totally bagged her after all
And everything’s great
Everything’s fine
She got hers
And I got mine
[Verse 2: Travis]
Wake up in my bed, but wait, Andrew’s there too
Don’t remember shit, man, what did we do?
I ask him if he fucked me, is this considered a rape?
Or did he have the courtesy to first take me on a date?
He says “Wake up young dude! May not be bad as you say
What if there was a chick? A devil’s three-way!”
So there was still hope that there had been no sodomy
Ought to be a way to figure it out, there’s just got to be
We jump out of bed, minds racing like Dale Jr
I made a joke about morning wood, some failed humor
In the living room, it’s just the dog and us
And we both have the same thought and say “Oh, fuck”
This might’ve happened, we’re gonna have to deal
With the fact that one or both of us might’ve copped a feel
But just as we were both filled to the brim with grief
Out the kitchen walked Dean’s sister, we high-fived with relief
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dean]
When I arise in the AM to slay some fucking Cheerios
The last thing that I want to see is a seedy ho
Using my pillow and laying under my sheets
Like she shouldn’t have left right after we did the deed
Wish I could tell you to leave without speaking a word
But I can’t, so I’ll say “Get the fuck out! Ya heard?”
Damn, it feels good to get that shit out my house
So I can start to forget what I did when I was out
Cause it’s the morning after and I feel like Lebron
Think I hollered at my boy’s girl and also his mom?
I went hard in the paint because my shit is the bomb
I pour drinks for my team cause we’re already on
And I’ma do it again even if I got class in the morn’
This shit’s so damn easy, man, I swear that it gets boring
Go to class still drunk but I ace my test
Aw yeah, you’re goddamn right I’m the best
[Verse 4: Cheldon McQueen]
Woke up with no shirt and the lights on
Pants in the corner, tube socks, and some Nikes on
Stretched and thought “Who the fuck left the lights on?”
Looked to my right and saw a chick with some tights on
Looking more electrifying than Raichu
Panties on top of a tripod with a Nikon
And my right arm had two arms right beside it
Just happened to be two white chicks
With more booty than a pirate
There’s a bloodstain on my tee
This is feeling like an opening scene
Of Hangover 3, did someone drug me?
Or is it some dream? There’s five bitches in here
And not one is ugly
Oh, jumped out of the bed wiping confetti out my hair
Then my phone start ringing, it’s my girlfriend
She’s outside, know I’m here cause the light’s on
Fuck, let me press play on this Nikon, see what happened - Track Name: A Prayer For Dean (Interlude)
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- Track Name: Pray For Dean (ft. Awsten Knight of Waterparks)
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[Hook: Awsten Knight]
Stop this awful dream
Fucking pray for Dean
Please get well cause
We need you around again
Things just aren't the same
Without you
[Verse 1: Travis]
It all started ago, many many weeks
When Dean bought those godforsaken shoes that look like feet
"They're Vibrams!" he said; his voice might've squeaked
But I told him, "I don't care, those stupid shoes, they look like feet"
Stubborn as hell, he said "I do what I want!"
Then those stupid shoes Dean did try to flaunt
Chilling in ATX, on our way to get Atwood
Go down in infamy, this is a day that would
He was saying something about where we'd get grub
Then destiny called and Dean's toe got stubbed
Time seemed to stop
But it did not, of course time don't stop
Now you know the story of our boy Dean's strife
Now you know the story that fucking changed our lives
I started a campaign; you know the one that I mean
Get to Twitter, get to typing #prayfordean
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Andrew]
It was all a dream; at least I fucking wish it was
But this shit ain't; I fucking miss you, cuz
Since you smashed your toe, you ain't been around
And my laughter box ain't made a single sound
My body gets cold in the darkest hours
And I feel awful lonely when I'm in the shower
There's nobody here to change my socks
I feel worthless, like a bag of rocks
When you coming back? I hope it's soon
I'll wish and I'll wish on a full-ass moon
It's the thought that counts, for what it's fucking worth
And you're my best homeboy here on fucking earth
So hurry back son, cause dinner's ready
The bell is ringing and my balls are sweaty
You're a heartless bastard, and really mean
If you don't, if you don't pray for Dean
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dean]
All y'all punks were out celebrating
Thinking I was gone for good, but quit hating
Cause my absence was a temporary hiatus
Sorry to give you hope but I didn't surrender my status
As the best white rapper in Central Texas
Kind of a stretch, like a virgin's sex is
Call your exes, ask them who the best is
They've been praying for Dean, don't care who the rest is
Speaking of, homie, where your honey at?
Bet twenty bucks that she's where the money at
That means she's with Dee Dubz, so we're getting Dee Dubz
Asked her what she thought of your music and she said "He sucks!"
I'm really sorry, I know you wish that you could be us
So brew a Polyjuice Potion bruh, live it up
Now that your boy Dean is back on the scene
I'm gonna get so fucking gully that you're gonna be giving up - Track Name: Just Ain't
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[Verse 1: Travis]
First off, I ain't here to sing praises
I'm hazing, not giving out bouquets of daisies
To all the other joints that don't compare
To Waffle House bitch, the best anywhere
First off, you may say that I'm crazy
I ain't be; Waffle House is just saintly
That's it; I hope that you can get the jist of it
Who else ain't as good? Well here's a list of it:
[Verse 2: Andrew]
Denny's: real food, they say?
Well it ain't real good, okay? Okay
Just wanna make sure that you know that
I could even testify in court to show that
Your omelettes ain't good, and neither are your hashbrowns
I went to your bathroom, I got me a rash now
Your whole menu leaves my insides boiling
Put it where it belongs: inside the toilet
[Hook]
Think you're better than the House?
You just ain't
Keep that bullshit out your mouth, man
I just ate
That's what I keep telling you
Yes I do
And it's true
Oh, so true
Waffle House is the #1
Breakfast establishment; that's it, we're done
[Verse 3: Travis]
IHOP: Waffle House arch-nemesis
I'll enter a sewer before I enter your premises
The premise of unlimited pancakes is okay
But not when it's all-you-can-eat doo-doo buffet
Poo is still poo even with syrup on top of it
Eat that shit? I'd rather do the opposite
There can only be one House; it's of Waffles, no doubt
I wish the rain would come and wash you down the spout
[Verse 4: Dean]
Pancake? Big mistake
I wouldn't seek shelter from an earthquake
You got a big square sign? Big fucking deal
You're just copying Waffle House; get fucking real
Who'd wanna eat your food? Your portions are tiny
And your flapjacks are lackluster, don't remind me
Open 24 hours but no one gives a shit
Must be lonely in that empty-ass building
[Hook]
So there's no contest when you put it in context
No complex comparisons, no fine print, no small text
Just the best, the winner is clear
It's where I'll be eating my dinner for the rest of my years
My breakfast too, forever eating waffles with my reckless crew
We'll step to you, you bitches
If you talk shit about the House, you're dead
Texas Breakfast Corps gonna knock you in your fucking head
[Hook] - Track Name: It's On
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[Verse 1: Andrew]
It’s on like the motherfucking air conditioning
Never turn it off, no matter where you’re listening
We about to get sensual? These jams will do
But somebody better bring me some body butter too
First I lay the track down, silky smooth
Start so soft, we can get filthy soon
So hold your horses and cool your jets
Table’s open, better place your bets
I bet your place would be better next to mine
Cause I need the kind of neighbor who is extra fine
Who’ll lend me some sugar whenever I please
And who ain’t never heard of celibacy
Like, “Yo that’s dumb, whatever it means
So nevermind, Your Highness, you’re forever the king”
Let’s get to know each other, let me pick your mind
Cause you got the kind of spirit I can get behind
[Hook]
Do you know who you're dealing with?
It's Dem Waffle Houze Boiz and we're real as shit
Don't like us? Deal with it
Cause there's no way that you couldn't feel this shit
Bring it on as smooth as possible
Think you've got us beat? Impossible
It's on, motherfucker let me say again
We're Dem Waffle Houze Boiz and we play to win
[Verse 2: Travis]
I’ve been rhyming a lot now I’m in a rut
It’s time to mix it up like lime and a nut
But what is there to say besides “Hey
I’m a G like the OG Jabba the Hutt”
I know these rhymes are sick, man, don’t gotta tell me
I don’t want your soup, the Campbell I want’s Alison Brie
Speaking of she, I’d love to make her scream for
Four hours, okay maybe four minutes, possibly one more
I digress; people ask if our group is the best
If you say that we’re not, then I don’t doubt that you jest
That’s like asking if Jordan knew how to shoot hoops
That’s like asking if Stoop Kid was afraid to leave his stoop
We made “Hold Up” but we’re still talking that shit
Cause y’all keep making shit like y’all’s colons is spastic
We're killing everyone, cover this room in plastic
Cause y’all getting wrapped up while we rapping classics
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dean]
Who do you know that is fresher than me?
I got a hint for ya: it ain’t no one that I’ve seen
There’s no one with more bling, no guy with more swing
In his step than Dean, the most real MC, hah!
I laughed, but this ain’t no joke, son
Make yourself useful, go grab me a cold one
Shiner or a Shocktop, ain’t on that P.N.S
Don’t know what that is? You on it if you have to ask
And I have to ask, do you know what this is?
Dee Dubz HB, “on” is what this is
Gone is what you is; sorry for my grammar
On this beat, so clean like Arm & Hammer
Got my Vibrams on, toe’s all healed up
Nanner in one hand, that shit’s all peeled up
Got a titty in the other, that shit’s all feeled up
And we got this game on lock, that shit’s all sealed up
[Hook] - Track Name: Sneak Attack (ft. Doug F.)
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[Verse 1: Travis]
At first I’ll sneak up on ya, creep up on ya, all up on ya, word?
Slip a drink into your hand, I’ll make your speeches slurred
Talking to ya, hand on your waist, whisper in your ear “Let’s go to my place”
Get to sleeping after giving you the loving you deserve
Pillow talking, pour your heart out, I ain’t hard now, go on baby
You say you love me? It’s fine I guess, I am the best, or average maybe
Eight in the morning, breakfast made; need a good meal after I get laid
No, there’s none for you
This ain’t a motherfuckin’ soup kitchen!
[Hook]
Wherever we go, we'll never be seen
It's a sneak attack, baby
Just trying to be nice, we don't wanna be mean
It's a sneak attack baby
[Verse 2: Andrew]
I think you know by now we ain’t in it for the short-term, in it for the long
We keep it going somehow and if you say it ain’t so then how we singing this song?
Cause we make it rough; get the sandpaper out, start to buff
Don’t stop rubbing til you see your face in it then maybe by then it’ll be enough
Cause I can promise you we are never through
Put some stank in it til you say P.U
Clothespin on your nose, hoes don’t need no clothes
I’ll be done working, babe, before you even know
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Doug F.]
So I met this cutie with a booty and she told me with sex, she just likes to be surprised
When I hear this nonsense, she just looks me up with her sexy eyes
So damn fine, but I felt this concentrated infatuation
She licked her lips and passed me a folded napkin with a specific time and location
She says, “Be there, don’t be late, if you feel the need for you to get some ass
Say yes before the moment’s passed; and for me to get off, you need to wear a ski mask.”
Oh, um...
I’m no expert, but that definitely sounds like rape
“I don’t wanna go to jail today.” She said, “Chill, this is just our very first date.”
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Dean]
Hey girl, what’s your name? My name is Dean, uh
Heard you like a big dick and I’m a big skeeta
But I’m not gonna bug you like a mosquito
If you don’t want it girl, wait, of course you do, huh?
You’re looking real fine and I’m glad that I met ya
I know you heard Dem Boiz, the best in the west, uh
In the category of Central Texas nut bustas
We know that you want our grapes in your custard
Ooh that’s nasty, but you know me
Wouldn’t be me if it was rated “G”
But I’m an OG, been on a skeeting spree
I know you’re not leaving with anyone but me
I know you heard my balls don’t get left blue
And neither do my bros’; we get rubbed til we spew
All over you, even in your shoe
But don’t be mad; sneak attack, and adieu - Track Name: The Fire
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[Verse 1: Andrew]
Turn the heat up, bring the beat up
There’s a speedbump, nigga please, what?
Ain’t gonna let nothing slow me down
Cause I guarantee you’re gonna know me now
Learn, Padawan, from my Kenobi style
Lend me an ear and you’ll for sure be wowed
Listen close, you’ll hear the gears of progress
Don’t try to compare, it ain’t near a contest
Do you fear the Loch Ness? Cause I swim among ’em
Thirty fathoms deep like my ass was a Gungan
When I figured out it was wet and dark
I rose to the surface to light my spark
Now wherever I go, the fire follows
Now whenever I spit, the sire swallows
Best keep an eye trained where I’m aiming at
Cause when I get there, I ain’t coming back
[Hook]
Where there's smoke there's fire
I can see from miles away
We will bring the fire
Til the end of our days
[Verse 2: Travis]
Popping the top off, knocking they socks off
Bout to get wild like mixing Coke and Pop Rocks
One shot at this, I know we’re asking for a lot
But please allot some time for us, don’t say that you cannot
You might scoff and say we’re someone you should mock
But watch us walk the walk like we was John Locke
Watch us cock-block, go home and jerk off
You jerk-offs watch this, this is called a rim shot
You thought that it was over, I assure you that it’s not
We sought after fame; we won’t rest until it’s caught
Like Spock, we want our stuff to prosper and live long
It’s not on our agenda to have to go and punch clocks
Must not forget, but in case you forgot
Dee Dubz HB bringing the fire, this shit’s hot
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Dean]
A man once said where there’s smoke there’s fire
And who would I be to call him a liar
Dee Dubz HB so hot, you see the steam rising off
Of these sexy-ass shoulders draped in Lacoste
But don’t be frightened to approach us
We’re real nice if you wanna try and grope us
But if what you got to say is that we aren’t great
Then we’ll know you have the brains of a grape
We flow like LeBron and D-Wade play ball
You flow like a stream that’s one inch tall
But that’s okay, it’s hard to start a fire
With just a pen and a pad and a rad beat supplier
Oh wait, no it’s not, you just really fucking suck
Like your name was Larry and your husband is Chuck
Yeah you look like a chump and bro I just took a dump
On the shit you’re doing that you thought was so buck
[Hook] - Track Name: Party's Over
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[Verse 1: Dean]
Call me Owen Wilson, cause I’m crashing the wedding
You were having with the game, you can exchange the bedding
And all the other gifts you’ve already received
From your mom, your bro, and the hip-hop community
Cause what you’ve been doing’s gonna smell like shit
Once they catch a whiff of this Waffle Houze ish
We act goofy, but next to you we so intelligent
Hope you didn’t blow your cash, cause you irrelevant
Call me Wiz cause I’m on my level
I’m just playin’; he’s not on our level
If we dumb our shit down, could we make it like Wiz did?
If we whip our hair, could we make it like Will’s kid?
To other rappers do we sound like pasty misfits?
Or are our rhymes tasty like gravy and biscuits?
Your luck is out, step on your four-leafed clover
The cops are here, man; your party’s over
[Hook]
Party's over, it's done
Party's over, it's done
Party's over, it's done
Party's over, the end
[Verse 2: Travis]
Let’s take a moment to assess the situation
Don’t wanna hear? Then I suggest that you switch the station
But the radio won’t play us though
Cause the lyrics too vulgar, like Brian O’
Hollerin’ you are, and swallowin’, you are
The lyrics we spit, and Twitter-followin’ you are
Haha, I’m kidding, that was a little joke
Cause if followers were currency, then we’d be a little broke
But currently my current be moving you
And don’t deny that this beat is grooving you
A heart attack is what I’d say we’re serious as
Like Sirius Black, I’d say we’ll strike fear in your ass
That line was for all the haters, you see
Cause we’re tired of people not takin’ us seriously
We’re three white kids that make jokes, but we ain’t playing
Man I got sidetracked; what was it that I was saying?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Andrew]
When a flow so exquisite as this is getting busted
Best pay attention, like a crime scene’s getting dusted
Like an exhibit in a museum for y’all’s viewing
Dirty like two dudes in the mall screwing
And all through it, people start to crowd around
The moanin’ and the screaming’s gettin’ louder now
This shit’s a spectacle; I master the game
Grind faster than James Bond chasin’ after them dames
Y’all stayin’ the same while I’m straight evolving
Charizard from Charmander, Weezing from Koffing
That chameleon flow, cop-a-feelin’ a ho
Gotta get that cash; wheelin’ and dealin’, you know?
Cause I’m judge, jury and the executioner
And you’re such a fruit, the next step is juicing ya
I know it hurts, cause I wrecked your head
But it could be worse; this track is left for dead
[Hook]
