Mark Ronson Bout to Get Ugly song lyrics
Feat Rhymefest, Anthony Hamilton Mark Ronson Bout to Get Ugly song lyrics
I think I'm ready to do some type of report
Tell me whatcha really want
look at how lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don't know (Rhymefest) its bout to get ugly
From the East to the Midwest
Lemme tell ya how we do it here
(Its bout to get ugly)
You know im shot till I'm down
And I'm lovin the spot
But when I'm up in here why they say the clubbin is hot
They say
You could meet a broad
Take her home on the spot
And that broad could get a broad
Bring 'em home with his watch
They say Club Cheetah
That's the place rah niggas gettin shot in the face
We get his central fly
Long get his chicks to fly
I need some head no time to waaaaaste
Who that DJ be
They said Ronson
Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson
That Midwest attitude get him respondin
Talkin bout Oooh Zack Chin is so charmin
Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go
Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe
Looked around the room
I aint see no Negroes
Like ahhh niggas don't listen to techno
Slow it down now, we goin downstairs
They got the Cristal
They got the lounge chairs
With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here
I know its everyday for you
I aint from round here
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know its bout to get ugly
What they don't know its bout to get ugly
Right now its gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know its bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now its bout to get ugly
Right now its gonna get ugly
I'm dancin with this chick right
Music hard gotta ass jumpin all night
DJ throwin out the pity part thats right (No shirt on)
Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes? (oooohhhh)
Hold up
Where the hell he get that mix
White boys goin wild doin back flips
Playin rock n' roll
Mixin with the black shit
M.O.P AC/DC
That's it! Keep it goin
Now its Rob Zombie
I never liked rock n' roll
But now its gon be
Blonde hair blue eyes
Kissin gold chains
I'm almost deaf
She the queen of the stone age
Rhymefest
I'm the king of my own age
Get your motor runnning
Head out on the highway
The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit
Should we dance?
Hell nah, start a mosh pit
And let 'em know we just
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know its bout to get ugly
What they don't know its bout to get ugly
Right now its gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know its bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now its bout to get ugly
Right now its gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want
For me to miss my plane
Stayin in why and do it again
Tell me whatcha really want
Rock stars, electric guitars
Baby who's pullin your strings
Tell me whatcha really want
The DJ in the booth
Thinking that we not playin the truth
With the hard rock, hip-hop,
East to Midwest
Mark Ronson's on the cut
And my name is Rhymefest
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