Текст песни Bout to Get Ugly - Mark Ronson

Rhymefest: I think I'm ready to do some type of report
Anthony Hamilton: Tell me what you really want, look at how lovely What they don't know it's 'bout to get ugly
Rhymefest: From the East to the Midwest
Lemme tell ya how we do it here
You know I'm shot till I'm down
And I'm loving the spot
But when I'm in here why they say the clubbin is hot
They say
You could meet a broad
Take her home on the spot
And that broad could get a broad
Bring 'em home with his watch
They say Club Cheetah
That's the place rah niggas getting shot in their face
We get his central fly
Long get his chicks to fly
I need some head no time to waaaste
Who that DJ be
They said Ronson
Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson
That Midwest attitude get him responding
Talking 'bout oooh Zack Chin is so charming
Yeah, you wanna dance chick, let's go
Glowsticks, Lollipops, right foot, left toe
Looked around the room
I aint see no Negroes
Like ahhh niggas don't listen to techno
Slow it down now
We goin downstairs
They got the Cristal
They got the lounge chairs
Whith the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here
I know it's everyday for you
I aint from round here
Anthony Hamilton: Tell me what you really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know it's 'bout to get ugly
What they don't know it's bout to get ugly
Right now it' gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know it's 'bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it's 'bout to get ugly
Right now it's gonna get ugly
Rhymefest: I'm dancing with this chick right
Music hard gotta ass jumping all night
DJ throwing out the pitty part that's right
Hey player what that is, the White Stripes?
Hold up, where the hell he get that mix?
White boys going wild, doing back flips
Playing Rock n' Roll, mixing with the black shit
M.O.P AC/DC
That's it! Keep it going
Now it's Rop Zombie
I never liked Rock n' Roll, but now it's gonna be
Blonde hair, blue eyes, kissing gold chains
I'm almost deaf
She the queen of the stoneage
Rhymefest, I'm the king of my own age
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
The way this DJ like the start to the stop shit
Should we dance?
Heel naaah, start a mosh pit
And let 'em know we just
Anthony Hamilton: Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know it's 'bout to get ugly
What they don't know it's 'bout to get ugly
Right now it's gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want, look at how lovely
What they don't know it's 'bout to get ugly
Tell ya right now it's 'bout to get ugly
Right now it's gonna get ugly
Tell me whatcha really want
R.: For me to miss my plane
Staying in why and do it again
A.H.: Tell me whatcha really want
R.: Rock stars, electric guitars
Baby, who's pulling your strings
A.H.: Tell me whatcha really want
R.: The DJ in the booth
Thinking that we not playing the truth
With the har rock, hip hop
East to Midwest
Mark Ronson's on the cut
And my name is Rhymefest