Britney Spears

Britney Spears - What You See lyrics

Villain'll hold the mic like he's mean and his tummy hurt

In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt

Wonderin would you clap your hands if he was friendly?

Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin

No tellin, slap a fan hand down, tell 'em "no yellin"

DOOM- all capitals, no trick spellin

Got what it take to get it through your thick melon

(Woopwoosh!) Fresh witty city skits

When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits

Told them call the cops, just don't hold your breath for the ball to drop

Better yet, hold on to your halter top

Kept reppin, steppin in hotta

Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta

Surviver of a live crew, not out to jive you

It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru

Wylin', get me every red penny

Sold a lonely only child a imaginary enemy

When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo

He's the broke host this is like his own quiz show

This go out to all my brothers doin long bids and sisters

Who got brothers bein fathers to the wrong kids

Stay strong and ride like the funky flute

Won't find the Villain in the street inside no monkey suit

Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra

Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car

Ask the stranger he knows who you really are

Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star

Gleaming, dreaming, screaming- he'll be off the heezy soon

Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon

In participating places tip your waitress'

A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices

Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature

Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister

Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt

Won't be in the club in a muscle tank shirt

You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain

Chuggin on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain

Sane, some say he plum crazy

Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy

That's for him to know and for you to guess

Won't be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk

A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig

Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig

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