Bout to Get Ugly - Mark Ronson, Anthony Hamilton, Rhymefest

I think I’m ready to do some type of report

Tell me whatcha really want

Look at how lovely (Mark Ron)

What they don’t know (Rhymefest) it’s bout to get ugly

From the East to the Midwest

Lemme tell ya how we do it here

(It's 'bout to get ugly)

You know we shot till I die

And I’m lovin' the spot

But when I’m up in NY 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 and just watch (Yes!)

They say Club Cheeta'

That’s the place where all the niggas gettin' shot in the face

We can hit central fly

Long as the chicks is fly

I need some head no time to waaaaaste

Who that DJ be

They said Ronson

Step in the club with one hand on mah Johnson

That Midwest attitude gettin' 'em respondin"

Talkin bout «Ohh his accent is so charmin'»

Yeah, you wanna dance chick lets go

Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe

Looked around the room

I ain’t 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

With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby)

I know its everyday for you

I ain’t from round here

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

I’m dancin with this chick, right?

Music hard got her ass jumpin all night

DJ throwin' out that’s right (No shirt on)

Hey playa what that is, the White Stripes?

(oooohhhh)

Hold up

Where the hell he get that mix

White boys goin' wild doin back flips

Playin rock n' roll

Mixin' with the black shit

M.O.P AC/DC

That’s it!

Keep it goin'

Now its Rob Zombie

I never liked rock n' roll

But now its gon' be

Blonde hair blue eyes

Kissin gold chains

I’m Mos Def

She the queen of the stone age

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?

Hell nah, start a mosh pit

And let 'em know we just

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

For me to miss my plane

Stay in NY and do it again

Tell me whatcha really want

Rock stars, electric guitars

Baby who’s pullin' your strings

Tell me whatcha really want

The DJ in the booth

Thinking that we not playin the truth

With the hard rock, hip-hop

East to Midwest

Mark Ronson’s on the cut

And my name is Rhymefest

(Right now it’s getting pretty ugly)

(Riiiiight now,)

(Doin' it again, Doin' it again, Doin' it again, Doin' it again now

(Going to get ugly right now,)

(I can’t, I can’t help myself…)

(*continued vocalizing*)