Ugly Duckling - Shoot Your Shot lyrics

[Andy Cooper] Here we go! [Hook] SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! [Andy Cooper] Thes One! [Thes One] Hey yo, P-U-T-S and U-D, you be truly blessed Rap panelist, Thes handle this like an an*lyst (YES!) yes y'all the Einstein rhythm and rhyme Combines like red wine and Tylenol (OOOOH!) sh**, the grown relaxing in the field But don't sleep, P count green, not sheep With K. Jax, he rolls up the weed like haystacks To bath tub down on you scrubs like Ajax You're too fruity to rip the rooty tooty with your loofah New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up The plug desenchufa, could the crew get any doper Man, we own this, live under the stairs like Mr. Roper Home of the (NEW) generation, we got the torch Let me call into U-D Dustin to bust 'em off Blown Celeb and resurrecting the dead with three day block Posse cut resurrection instead, so pa** the ROCK! [Dizzy Dustin] I'm about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition You gotta cop a listen when I'm knockin like a piston I spit arsenic so I'm hard to miss You're in a DAZE cause I BLAZE like an arsonist I come up in the house like a thief in the night And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite (STAY CALM!) Before I drop the napalm Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison Lay it on thick, brick by brick, lickety split Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick You want beef, here's a hickory stick, I shoot the gift You won't know it till it's over like a mystery flick To put it blunt, I pack a punch like a school lunch Got no time for punks, they take lumps So PLEASE stop bugging for my honeycombs Or I'll hit you in the funny bone (OWW!!) [Hook] SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Come on, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! (Yeah, yeah) We wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! (Yeah, yeah) Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! (Yeah, yeah) Grab your mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! [Andy Cooper] I will! Andy's the name, takin aim like Calamity Jane In a rap's last stand I'm the man who remains When I claim to pack heat (uh-huh), know my ammunition Is my flow and rhythm SO I'm armed to the teeth My lungs are gun powder, throat cold and narrow So when I open my mouth you're looking down the barrel Of an emcee sniper, eye in the scope Reigning down rounds of rhyme, fire, and smoke (BOOM!) Lighting strikes twice from my mic device Cause when I write it's like guns in knife fights There's no competition so I don't listen You think you're dope here's a penny, go wishin I shoot to k**, better know the odds Or wind up on boot hill, man get out of dodge (U-D!) plus Thes One and Double K We all just laugh when your record is played [Double K] Ain't nothing funny, what y'all laughin at? Yeah, it's K. Jackson over here with my homeboy You know what I'm saying I'm just helpin 'em out on this microphone It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just don't stoppa I'm dressed in all black with my man K. Jax I got thrown in the slammer, I tried to battle Hammer They wanna interview me so I spit in the camera You know I love Pac, that's why I got SHOT Had to gain some credibility, now everybody feelin me I'm on VH-ONE and MTV I'm down with DJ EZ Rock and I'm back with U-D It takes one to roll the blunt, it takes two to get jumped And I be hanging at the church house looking for s*uts I hate rap music but, see, I'm so damn good My homey told me "Boy, get it like I know that you could" So I stole the microphone, wrote rhymes on my own When I go to Burger King all the chicks are on my bone It grows and grows and grows, gets a little bigger You wanna see me skeet, baby girl, pull the trigger I've got bang for your bu*t and I hate posse cuts I'm a one mic thriller, I'm a soft beverage chiller Whoever takes the mic, you better be illa Now what's the time, everybody say (MILLER!!!!) [Hook] SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! Once again, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! (Yeah, yeah) I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! (Yeah, yeah) Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! (Yeah, yeah) Get on the cut and SHOOT YOUR SHOT! [Andy Cooper] Einstein! ("I'm a sure shot shooter!") - - ] Afrika Baby Sham Uh-huh, uh-huh ("And my ? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes") ("I'm a sure shot shooter!") - - ] Afrika Baby Sham Say - WHAT ("And my ? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes") ("I'm a sure shot shooter!") - - ] Afrika Baby Sham Make it funky, now ("And my ? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes") ("I'm - I'm - I'm - I'm - I'm - I'm a sure shot shooter!") - - ] Afrika Baby Sham Uh-huh ("Bring it for the right second, then I'm going for mine.") SHOOT YOUR SHOT! *BANG*