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Arab by Dee Dee singing A-r-a-b..........Lyrics-I don't know what you heard about me But I got two sandals (More) Dee singing A-r-a-b..........Lyrics-I don't know what you heard about me But I got two sandals on my feet I drive a Benz, yeah drive Mercedes Cuz I'm a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B don't know what you heard about me But the ladies all call me Habib I drive a Beamer of Mercedes Cuz I'm a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B See a lady in the club, she's an Arab beauty She's got a thing for that kibbeh, falafel, tabbouleh I see her on the dance floor, she's shakin' her booty I try to talk to her but she be actin' all majnooni I talk a little game, cuz I don't want to dance alone I tell her "Hey, give me the number to your telephone" Invite her over to my house for some mango juice We sit and talk in the fancy room we never use She likes my clothes, she likes my nose, she likes the way I talk She a Tikriti, says she likes me cuz I'm from Iraq I'm not that Arab with the guns trying to be dead I be that Arab with the hummus and the pita bread She takes a whiff, and it's as if she wants to leave the home Cuz she can tell I only use half bottle of cologne Look, lady, this is simple, you can't see? You're rollin' with me, you're rollin' with an A-R-A-B Remy Remz, and I'm all up in the city, yo Remy, man, get the hell out of my video But I can drop mad lines, man I'm not a fool You kidding me? I got more lines than the college ruled. Take 2, and I'm all up at the therapist Cuz it seems people think that I'm a terrorist Come hang with me, and you'll see that I'm not so tough We'll sit and talk, drink some coffee out of little cups. "But Habib, I would like to be an Arab player" Nah, man, you're whiter than Saddam's underwear You need a beard, and you got to let the chest hair grow Don't know how? Give a call to my Uncle Joe Or ask me, I got the nose that knows I'm not opposed to expose I got more hoes than Lowe's Everybody come and be my friend Cuz I'm a Middle-Eastern C-O-M-E-D-I-A-N I don't know what you heard about me But my wife walks ten feet behind me I drive a Benz, yeah drive Mercedes Cuz I'm a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B I don't know what you heard about me But I got two sandals on my feet I drive a Beamer of Mercedes Cuz I'm a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B (Less)
Kool Moe Dee Let's go' (LL Cool J DISS) Want me to get him? Well I got him My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him With the hundreds of rhymes and (More) Want me to get him? Well I got him My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed To make him rewind this time I draw the line He's mine...just chill Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get ill The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill And this time I shoot to kill Just like a sucker you took the bait Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you The way you should be done, call you my son Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none" I've had enough of you actin' tough You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it You got yourself into it, you blew it You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac You came back with a stone cold plain attack Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack... The Ripper, down with my zipper You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock Imma knock you out the box, let's go... Let's Go! Verse 2 Put up or shut up, get up, yeah what up? Huh, get on the microphone and get cut up Talk about how your records went double platinum With those lyrics?! Huh, I laugh at them So you got paid, take the money you've made Bet it on yourself, are you afraid? Money talks, B.S. walks When I stalk like a hawk a victory is chalked So put your money where your mouth is, you don't know about this Battlin's for real men, and I doubt if You can even hang or give a run for the money You're just a sucker, and it's funny How you never ever had a drop of juice in New York And now you go on tour and try to talk that talk You try to act like you're a big man, but you're a big fag Stridin' and hidin' while ridin' my big man You ain't got a chance in the world Your records were smokin', but you sound like a girl... [How you like me now? I'm gettin' busier I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a Man or a girl? What in the world? You sound like Cheryl the Pearl And you wanna battle me on the microphone? Leave that crack alone, let's go... Let's Go! I said, Let's Go! Come on, boy! Let's Go! Better than me? Verse 3 Picture that with a Kodak I don't take no shorts and you know that I roll hard, run the rap yard, put up your guard I don't get even, I get odd, Todd Always one up on ya And I tried to warn ya You slept, you took a backstep Ruined your rep and wept, you should've kept Your mouth shut, you know what? You gotta say you're sorry [I'm sorry] So what? You call me a punk, you wanna see who's soft? Put the microphone down, let's square-off You need a hand, you got hands for Tryna be me, now LL stands for Lower Level, Lack Lustre Last Least, Limp Lover Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic Lazy Lemon, Little Logic Lucky Leech, Liver Lipped Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse Low Life with the loud raps, boy You can't win, huh, I don't bend Look what you got yourself in Just usin' your name I took those L's Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw Rhyme for rhyme, yours and mine, and yo When it's time to battle rhyme I know How to make it flow, so let's go To the ring, rapper's sing and swing Words and verse, see who deserves to be king Serve a blow to that ego As if you didn't know, let's go... Let's Go! Let's Go! Verse 4 How can you say you're the best? Get put to the test in front of a million and fess Tried to withdraw because you saw The juice I got's not like before Huh, I'm formidable, unforgettable You're submittable, you look pitiful Yeah you're headstrong, but you're dead wrong Wanna survive? Stick with the love songs Take off your shirt, flex and flirt And leave the real hard rhymes to the hard rhyme experts If you don't, boy you'll get hurt Feel like dirt and have to revert To comin' on stage butt naked To make up for what you can't do on record Open your eyes twice the size and realise I'm on the rise and you're on the demise Ostracized by my reprise Step in my face and watch how that head flies I mean business and I'm serious I ain't sellin' out and now here he is Frontin' and fakin' and talkin' about makin' The money from money, now don't you know they can Use your support cos you've got caught Signed, sealed, delivered, sold and bought A puppet on a string with no heart A fool and his money will always part You used to be a rapper, turned into a businessman Loafin' on the job and cheatin' the fans I'm too potent, powerful and spiritual Mental, emotional, physical and lyrical You wanna beat me? It's gonna take a miracle You've got a lock on my jock like a pitbull. (Less)
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