Lyrics The Rhythm Lounge (Intro) - Joey Cool

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the rhythm lounge
I am your host for the evening, Mr. Bitches
Remember there′s only one rule if you're smoking:
It′s a puff, puff, pass
Two drink minimum
And we want all ladies up front
Please welcome to the stage
The man of the hour
Mr. Joey Cool

This is the rawness
I'm finna make him responsive
I don't hear nobody nonsense
I′m finna knock him unconscious
I wanna shout out my sponsors
I don′t be rushing the process
I gotta battle with conscience
I don't be reading them comments
Family know him as Taven E. Johnson
He who created the monster
He who created the concepts
Be on the stage at the concerts
Body polluted with toxins
He got the aura that′s ominous
I gotta get it and run with it
I'm out of balance, I′m weighing my options
Look in my eyes, see this is the ultra
I'm try′na further the culture
I see way too many vultures
They better make 'em a sculpture
I'm overcame with a sofa
Oozing, everytime I be walking I be breaking pavement
I don′t wanna see when it′s over
I'm try′na sit down with Oprah

Alright ladies and gentlemen
It's time to freshen up your Cognacs
Grab those cigarettes and get ready for more
It′s the man, Swank Master General, Joey Cool

I don't be cautious
I′m posted up with the bosses
I've taken too many losses
I'm marinating the sauces
Anticipating the offers
Somebody told me I lost it
Somebody told me I found it
More like I′m living in love with the city
I′m higher than you could imagine
You might see me in the cabin
You might see me in the lake house
You might see me in a mansion
You merking me on a day when I'm ready to fight
And I′m barely a savage
I don't know nothing but average
Hurdles that you couldn′t fathom
I'm from the city of fountains
I′m in here moving these mountains
She got an ass like a stallion
I swear that booty be bouncing
They said that hip-hop is dead
Well, maybe it's lost
Whatever, I found it
Niggas I run with be papered up
Look at the money they're counting
C, double O to the L
People be knowing me well
Swanky Sinatra, I′m here
I won′t allow me to fail
I'm operating the train
Never will I be derailed
They told me I wouldn′t make it
I said whatever to now

Thank you all for coming out and joining us here at the rhythm lounge
I am Mr. Bitches
It's been a pleasure being with you tonight
The man, the Swank Master General
Swank Sinatra, himself, Joey Cool
Don′t forget to take care of your
Waitresses and bartenders on the way out
And fellas, don't worry about your girl, she′s in good hands
You're more than welcome to leave
Thanks for coming out
And we out this bitch