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(Ladies and gentlemen
the one and only takin care of plenty, plenty of business fantastically and we're about ready to have a party) Ooohhh~ *(Get down) (Gimme an intro) **(Everybody say) U-g-l-y U-g-l-y x2 Introduction of the Ugly Duckling, we're here Mista mista microphone, when you put one in, gonna get it in gear When you make a tight fist, put it in the air Then you pump it like this I do more legwork than a centipede Or when you're goin uphill on a 10-speed When I MC I harness energy Break mics like sellery with mental telepathy Then I melt them down till they vaporize Then imprinted on the ground by my laser eyes (Oh yeah) It's Andy, Dustin and Rod Makin listeners applaud with their heads when they nod Put the motor in the red, I've got the hot shred And some Monroe Shocks for rocks on the road ahead Like fire drills we keep you on your heels With the analog sound off the two-inch reels Wherever I'm at I burn a hole in the map Like a Cartwright, but I spark mics Ignite and keep it tighter than a facelift There's so much flavor in the air, you can taste it Leave it up to me to put the b in b-boy I bring a point to your ear - like Leonard Nemoy Dizzy Dustin is my nom de plume In bloom on this Ugly introduction tune *Repeat **Repeat (x2) Check, check, check out my melody, I'm havin some fun Goin Public like the Enemy - Number One Steppin on the scene with or without pay Gettin Wilder than Gene till the crowd goes (Hey!) I rock events with much confidence And catch compliments on all continents So clap your hands everybody, Germany to Amsterdam From the USA to the whole UK, Scandinavia and Japan We been overseas, on tour with the JB's Dizzy Dustin's introduction for this new LP Now we don't record keyboard I use it for a kneeboard We're not the other groups We only ride loops (fat loops) We keep it pure, been into this before Rap had its own section in the record store And that's how it is, you can ask Diz Listen for yourself, here he is (Well alright) There's three in UD, we're each from Long Beach While Andy and I write, Rod searches for beats They call him Einstein and everywhere you find us He's right behind us where the DJ stands Pullin out black plates from one of his many crates Scratchin like the Supreme Team with his hands Einstein *Repeat (x4) |
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| 2. |
| 3:12 |
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[CHORUS]
I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that Now Ugly Duckling's gonna take you back I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that I did it like this I did it like that Now Andy Cooper's gonna take you back To the planet, rock I used to produce hip-hop Poundin' rhythms with my hands on my school desk top 'Till my teacher would make me stop I'd wait for recess Then I'd beat ? at a ?? contest At home I'd slide across my kitchen floor Doing moonwalks All I needed was my windbreaker and some new socks Not to mention the extension cord adapter To attatch a little radio that was my ghetto blaster I remember making my first songs, no sound board Just messin with the tape deck pressin record And Pause There were flaws in the tape and hiss But now I'm an Ugly Duckling and do it like this We take a beat in a rap And then delete it to track Then keep repeating it back 'Till it's completed intact So that the people react Out of they seat and they clap From the petite to the fat On every street on the map So when my brother laughed and my dad said it was a fad I went into my room with a pen and a pad And wrote a little rap about my fat cat Now I'm the cat with the phat rap And I did it like that [CHORUS] When I rapped with this cat named Jafette Doin vocals through the headphones, live to casette Low tech I could get out a dodge to Tahiti When I wrote grafiti in the garage I hide like camoflauge in my cubicle Workin' my fingers to the cuticle To |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:20 |
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It's friday night, on the streets of L.A.
I'm going out cuz I've been working at the job all day Got the info line number, with directions to the site Ugly Duckling on the bill to rock the mic right Tonight, I gotta be hype, and get the crowd reacting I call Dizzy's house he says, "What's up", I say what's happenin' Get my DJ on three way Don't forget to bring the guestlist See the freshest Off the wall like asbestos I rock without the D tops Walk without the reebok's Talk until the beat stops Than pick it back up with the beatbox And yo, I gotta ride so you need not Cool, I'm leavin' at 7:30, we can caravan To the jam With Einstein, the two hand man In command like a general Lighter then a dinner roll Solid as a mineral Open like a centerfold Hey, save it for the chorus The crowd looks enormous So give a peak performance I need a soundcheck, so my mic sounds nice I'll be in it in a minute like microwave rice I grab the mic like a dynamite stick Then light the wick?? And keep it lit With ever lyric I spit Beats to the rhymes We stick like turpentine Dizzy Dustin, Andy Cooper and Young Einstein It's the jam *Scratches* You know it's on Scratches* Get with it ya Scratches* What, what ya wanna do? Scratches* Rock, rock the old school Scratches* Just listen real close Scratches* When we take crowds back to the days of the 10 yard fight The gyro mic They jump like excite bike Guaranteed delight When the needle drops sound Man, EQ the level so the needle rock And then, hand over the microphone I get a type grip Cause when it's time to swing I hit like Mike Schmidt Get this I drop more lines then a tetris When young einstein throws on the dookie necklace He's the drum major With the sum to the fader Attacking the wax, on the record player Working up a sweat Till we close the set With the song that's *fresher then a moist toilette* Now when the jam is over It's hugs and hanshakes And than the band breaks For shakes and pancakes I'm home for brand flakes and Z's Hit the backmat Take a hot shower And a cat nap please Don't call me in the mornin' Cause I'm on the sleep-in, mode Dizzy Dustin We did it again For you, it might be over For me, it's just beginnin' The club must be endin' Cuz no one's bartendin' They turn on the bright light And I feel like a gremlin The jam is breakin' up But at my pad, it's reassemblin' Take one own the market Then I ride our limit Everyone's invited So I hope you be attendin' It's the jam *Repeat |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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1 ... 2 ... 3 ...
[CHORUS] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba [Andy and Dizzy tag-teaming] Yo man, I'm living grandiose, puffin on an Ambassador Paid in full, kill the bull, like a matador Flash the cash, make my album cover shinier My head's spinning like a discus, and if this is [just a little samba] then I'm straight, with the seven-course meal on my plate I put my leftovers in the doggie bag I got moves like Mr. Miyagi had With the "wax off, wax on," I'll play you like Zaxxon Girls love my songs, sunbathing on the back lawn "Ju ... look ... mahvellous" C'mon young lady, get in the car with us, superstar deluxe (hey!) I'm always animated cause my game's so tight, that I keep it laminated Well, if that's true, why you living with ya mama? Shh! It's just a little samba ... [CHORUS w/ EINSTEIN SCRATCHING] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba Yo, I make all the mon-ay No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I put it down on fools! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (man ...) No you don't! You might spot me in Versace suits When I'm at award shows paparazzi shoot I own a fly home, four-car garage With rides for me and my entourage Hold up, I got a email It's a female Girls pressing on me like Lee Nail I make the hits that you hear on the jukebox (so?) Chicks come hotter than Arizona rooftops I got this one, she's a Playmate When I met her she was looking at my gold Dizzy nameplate But I had to vacate, I said "I'm gonna miss our date cause my plane's late" (plane?) Yeah, I own a plane and I also bought a yacht So I scuba in Bermuda when the weather gets hot And I travel a lot ... The why you livin with ya mama? Man, it's just a little samba! [CHORUS] This is just a little samba With all the typical drama Feel the rhythm of the conga (come on) This is just a little samba I make all the money No you don't I get all the girls No you don't! I got my own sitcom! No you don't (huh?) No you don't (what?) No you don't! I star in the movies No you don't I run my own label No you don't Man, I only date models No you don't (huh?) No you don't (hey?) No you don't! [Talking] Man, I got more property than Monopoly No you don't Man, I drive a flying car! No, no you don't Man, I got two pet sharks ... Your mom lets you have sharks in the house? Man, ge ... wha? C'mon man, the song's over man |
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| 2:10 |
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| 7. |
| 3:55 |
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| 8. |
| 3:16 |
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They got the eye on the gold chain
They got the eye on the gold chain When Young Einstein was a kid in the mid 80's he saw how the b-boys lived They wore the fat gold to rock the rap song Einstein's takin off, now he's puttin it on There's not a pair of eyewear that can stop the glare Of the Duke, overexposed in photo shoots He salutes the days of old with chains of gold He looked around then found that the chain was sold Over to the airport he sets off metal detectors Respect us, pull em to the side and give em lectures Going through his luggage, heh, they're tryin to test him Threaten to arrest him, askin lots of questions Like, "why do you have a box of tissue" "To remove" "What?" "All the oily finger residue" So look but don't touch, and let my chain shine Yo, Put it on Einstein [CHORUS] They got the eye on the gold chain, that's right They got the eye on the gold chain, that's right All right now here we go Young Einstein Check it out My big gold rope Always rock a jam every time I perform Young Einstein Check it out Fat gold chain Always rock a jam every time I perform Einstein got a dookie gold rope >From Panama to Canada Einstein's the man of the Year, get the trash outta here like a janitor Chain so heavy when he step in the place You could tap him on the shoulder and he fall on his face Dropped the single fresh mode, you thought we would fold Thirty days later, Einstein had gold So what you sayin? My man scans the collectibles For the LP chock full of delictibles For the MP he could reshape the lead break Cut it in half Changin the speed rate Or make it self-arrange(?) when it's on the turntable He wore the dookie when we met Queen Elizabeth Asked her was she jealous, she said "A little bit" I guess a crown jewel never compares To the rope that the Einstein wears They got the eye on the gold chain They got the eye on the gold chain repeat CHORUS |
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| 3:15 |
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What's the place
where you see more girls that you'd like to pick up than any other place Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me Can I buy you a drink Your glass is empty What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this Anyway you come here often Is this seat taken miss America Well you should be a model I'm New in town so could you show me around Can I call you sometime I'd like to get to knowin Your place or mine I love your eye they where you goin Now honey didn't do what everyone else does She stood out without making a scene because she was The hottest but the most modest in a long plaid skirt And a shirt with a little picture of Ernie & Bert Now she played no sports except scholastic sorts An academic epidemic during book reports The starlet of a play not a harlot to lay So all the school mad that she wouldn't give it away See Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line When Joe the superhoe said Baby what's your sign Honey was offended by the pick up line Cut my bangs so they don't hang then shampoo the doo Get the hair out of my eye so I can look into Of you master and capture the flag In a 65 rag with brand new tags She's for real I feel chills they're multiplyin it's so electrifyin it's so electrifyin No denyin that I'm tryin to undress her With that phony rap you wouldn't even get near it She wouldn't go for sugar coated lyrics So other girls would say She must be gay And call her a Lenny Dykstra But soo what They really wanted to just like her Jealous I won't offend her I'll treat her tender Defend her and send her letters and such But there's no rush and there's no Baby you're so fine I wanna make you mine Cuz honey simply ignored the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line When Joe the superhoe said Baby what's your sign Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line There's no Baby you're so fine I wanna make you mine Cuz Honey was offended by the pick up line Now the main dude who wooed women tried to make his move On her so we all watched to see what she would do He moved in Hey baby doll what's up with us And honey was like Excuse me but I'm gonna be late for my bus So I stepped up to her and said here's what I'm about Long walks deep thoughts I'd like take you out I won't Play games or try to take the truth and bend it I just wanna talk and she wasn't offended Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line When Joe the superhoe said Baby what's your sign Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line There's no Baby you're so fine I wanna make you mine Cuz Honey was offended by the pick up line The pick up line the pick up line Honey was offended by the pick up line When the R&B singer said let's bump n grind Honey was offended by the pick up line |
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| 10. |
| 3:48 |
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[CHORUS]
We're gonna rock on top tonight We're gonna rock on top tonight We're gonna rock on top tonight We're gonna rock on top tonight [on top of the world] (x2) I'll take a raider saber from both end of the equator And walk without a compass to rock the whole circumference To keep you out your seats and reach just like a tooth- Brush, then watch the dudes rush the DJ booth I hold mic control with the slightest Midas touch And keep it goin til the mornin or the mic blows up I've been fresh Before my first single was pressed Four italians, but no medallions, around my neck I keep it off my chest like a cardiac Arrest, no heart attack from stress Let's, keep it intact like tour dates on the map Let me see for myself and prove the fact That, the world ain't flat break out the welcome mat On top of Mount Fuji eatin sushi We ride on 747's not DC-10's We took a two-week vacation and we'll do it again [CHORUS] Gonna take a trip around the globe, we're leavin tomorrow For Guadalajara then Mount Kilamanjaro I gotta get my passport put it in my Jansport Headed for the airport to get on the transport I can't wait to hit the beach in Waikiki And fall into the romantic enchantment of the Tiki With the chick in Indonesia to a Russian ballerina Or the girl from Ipanema baby step in the arena Ladies in Latin America call me Andy And tell me that the Ugly Duckling sound is muchos grande We also have listeners from Tokyo to Seoul And the whole SOuth Pole where they're keepin it cold I heard that bootleg on record in the UK That some can't be rock on top like a toupee Snackin on a honey-roasted peanut from the flight Tell you what we're gonna do tonite, come on! [CHORUS] Rock on top Rock on top Rock on top Rock on top tonight |
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| 3:33 |
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Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah(4x) [Verse 1: Andy] Come on a trip to the centre of the nebulous place I'm your host (Space Ghost!) on this cosmos chase It's a pattern around Saturn, so watch the rings Then follow the flight plan to Andromeda's wings Point your kaleidoscope at the balance expanse Never any bending the surface of molecular plans Enhance, the beat can secret so can search's and saves and signals, but not radio waves Cause' you've tuned into the top ten, the pop is repetitive A sedative that would make insomniacs relax Into a mummified state, but I'll unravel the clock Travel the harp, and feed a bon-bon to a ton-ton In other words, I duck and make the cargo drop In simple terms, I stop and rock the spot So I'm working on a new anti-gravity design In the jet-propulsion lab with Young Einstein,(and) Let me play Willy Mays and say hey to Dizzy Dustin Formerly known as cue-ball, back when I was called too tall But now with U-Haul, packing up, making moves to new places (Including the Oasis!) It's not a mirage, but a barrage of spoken ballet Everyone is spun by the tongue, conductors DJ It takes your ora from the world of the morbid Shoot you through a vacuum, put you into orbit [Chorus - Instrumental] Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah (4x) [Verse 2: Andy] Head to handicap, contact someone To the percussion club drubbing up the non-hum drum As it runs it and thus becomes a product of the ugly Now we can make it lovely (Like) A life can become a slow death, but one is left It's sold to a genie with bandini on it's breath Never came to baggage claim, so no venture over the fences into the frontier Where regret is varied consequences On the laster days, there |
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| 2:19 |
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Dizzy Dustin! My main man
Dizzy Dustin! He's out of sight Dizzy Dustin! Pay attention Dizzy Dustin! Now alright Dizzy Dustin! He's too much Dizzy Dustin! That's all I know Dizzy Dustin! Hey everybody Dizzy Dustin! Listen here Me without a mic is 23 without the Nikes A writer said we light, but don't believe the hype I'm fluid like a druid when he's circlin stones I chrome the conduit and hear through headphones Write words to match, put the herb in the batch I shove em in the oven and watch em react In fact, I bring it back like a holding car Consumers take it off the rack like a bowling ball I admit it, critics get under my skin I discipline men with the ink from a pen Or better yet with a Bic, I'm razor-sharp like it's chic I break the ice like a pick, nice without the Vicks (Dizzy Dustin) comin with combustion Yvan Drago, I must break you when I rush in Cause yo, it's disgusting People treat rap like an urinal We take it personal I do encores on tours, night after night Takin flight like condors, clingin the light I hold on tight when I'm flippin acrobatics Grippin microphones like my hands were two magnets Hip-hop's detergent all-purpose Quarantine the scene, clean the stains below the surface Put it in your box, don't knock it till you try it And all the Ugly people be quiet |
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| 4:00 |
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| 3:21 |
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