Cla**ified - Damn Right lyrics

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Cla**ified - Damn Right lyrics

[Intro] (Realtor) Hello! Come on (Realtor) Nice to see you, welcome (Cla**ified) How you doing man, this is the place? (Realtor) You bet it’s the place (Cla**ified) It’s a lot older than what the ad said (Realtor) Oh it’s old; it’s real old, a man died in there (Cla**ified) Really? (Realtor) Yeah, during the boom; bad handler (Cla**ified) Can we go check it out? (Realtor) I ain’t never been in there, man; no one ain’t (Realtor) No one been in there since the man died (Realtor) You wanna check it out? Yeah, I’ll give you ten minutes (Cla**ified) Yeah, I wanna go check it out. Take a couple pictures (Realtor) You take whatever you want (Realtor) Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn’t go in (Realtor) You go hear me, don’t break anything in there (Realtor) You hear me? Don’t go breaking anything! Here, here goes another cla**ic (here goes another cla**ic) Yeah, let’s take it back to [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you Refreshing it for you [Chorus #2] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right Yeah, you’re talking that bullsh** That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah And yo, straight from the motherf**ing field Everything I do is too real, too ill Said they want rap sh**, gotta give ’em rap sh** Run up in your city with that gritty boombox sh** Yell it to the world, never sleep on me I’m just tryna wake ’em up with some free coffee This is what you need, this isn’t tongue in cheek This is that one, two, three No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak; like, come on It’s going down, I’m ’bout to free fall I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y’all I ate a volume of balls bigger than beach balls I’m locked and loaded this is for survival f** fame, it k**ed my idols; Biggie and Michael And ain’t nobody talking making any sense Like people at the shows still sitting in the stands Yeah; I bet it all like Pro-Line I ran it through the goal line, and hit the f**ing gold mine They try to leave me out to dry, hang ’em from the clothesline But watch me go with Showtime, that’s why I pay ’em no mind [Bridge] Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right) We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right) Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right) So here we go (here we go) Come on, come on [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you Refreshing it for you [Verse 2] Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you ’til you giggle Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin’ so superficial We know it, we know it; I keep it hardcore like parkour Luke against the Dark Lord like it’s Star Wars I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross Don’t even try to correct me (you won’t) Don’t even try to understand and dissect me And keep your mouth shut, you’re talking too recklessly I’m ’bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy Successfully, I did this domestically Without any recipe, I kept the integrity I’m better than I ever been, I’m legend and a gentleman Pumping like adrenaline, I’m pain relief like medicine Man, who bumped the damn turntable? I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal Don’t ever stop the music when you rocking like this ‘Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in Nine-Six [Bridge] Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right) We be busy rocking maybe you’re asleep (damn right) Ain’t nobody here ready to leave (damn right) So here we go (here we go) Come on, come on [Chorus] Two turntables and a mic Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it’s God damn right That’s the only way they’re gonna hear you Refreshing it for you [Outro] Damn right (Mike Boyd) Luke, where you at? Luke! (Mike Boyd) Luke? … What are you doing man? (Realtor) I guess their ten minutes is up