Ugly Duckling

Ugly Duckling - Shoot Your Shot

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[Andy Cooper:]

Here we go!

[Chorus:]

SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT!

Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT!

Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

[Andy Cooper:]

Thes One!

[Thes One:]

Hey yo, P-U-T-S and U-D, you be truly blessed

Rap panelist, Thes handle this like an analyst

(YES!) yes y'all the Einstein rhythm and rhyme

Combines like red wine and Tylenol

(OOOOH!) Shit, the grown relaxing in the field

But don't sleep, P count green, not sheep

With K. Jax, he rolls up the weed like haystacks

To bath tub down on you scrubs like Ajax

You're too fruity to rip the rooty tooty with your loofah

New booty ladies too lazy to raise the roof up

The plug desenchufa, could the crew get any doper

Man, we own this, live under the stairs like Mr. Roper

Home of the (NEW) generation, we got the torch

Let me call into U-D Dustin to bust 'em off

Blown Celeb and resurrecting the dead with three day block

Posse cut resurrection instead, so pass the ROCK!

[Dizzy Dustin:]

I'm about to pop the clip in as I stop the opposition

You gotta cop a listen when I'm knockin like a piston

I spit arsenic so I'm hard to miss

You're in a DAZE cause I BLAZE like an arsonist

I come up in the house like a thief in the night

And electrify a crowd like keys on a kite

(STAY CALM!) Before I drop the napalm

Find yourself caught in a dangerous liaison

Lay it on thick, brick by brick, lickety split

Rhymes are fat like Jiminy Glick

You want beef, here's a hickory stick, I shoot the gift

You won't know it till it's over like a mystery flick

To put it blunt, I pack a punch like a school lunch

Got no time for punks, they take lumps

So PLEASE stop bugging for my honeycombs

Or I'll hit you in the funny bone (OWW!)

[Chorus:]

SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT!

Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT!

Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

Come on, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! (Yeah, yeah)

We wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! (Yeah, yeah)

Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! (Yeah, yeah)

Grab your mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

[Andy Cooper:]

I will!

Andy's the name, takin aim like Calamity Jane

In a rap's last stand I'm the man who remains

When I claim to pack heat (uh-huh), know my ammunition

Is my flow and rhythm SO I'm armed to the teeth

My lungs are gun powder, throat cold and narrow

So when I open my mouth you're looking down the barrel

Of an emcee sniper, eye in the scope

Reigning down rounds of rhyme, fire, and smoke (BOOM!)

Lighting strikes twice from my mic device

Cause when I write it's like guns in knife fights

There's no competition so I don't listen

You think you're dope here's a penny, go wishin

I shoot to kill, better know the odds

Or wind up on boot hill, man get out of dodge

(U-D!) plus Thes One and Double K

We all just laugh when your record is played

[Double K:]

Ain't nothing funny, what y'all laughin at?

Yeah, it's K. Jackson over here with my homeboy

You know what I'm saying

I'm just helpin 'em out on this microphone

It goes hippa to the hoppa and it just don't stoppa

I'm dressed in all black with my man K. Jax

I got thrown in the slammer, I tried to battle Hammer

They wanna interview me so I spit in the camera

You know I love Pac, that's why I got SHOT

Had to gain some credibility, now everybody feelin me

I'm on VH-ONE and MTV

I'm down with DJ EZ Rock and I'm back with U-D

It takes one to roll the blunt, it takes two to get jumped

And I be hanging at the church house looking for sluts

I hate rap music but, see, I'm so damn good

My homey told me "Boy, get it like I know that you could"

So I stole the microphone, wrote rhymes on my own

When I go to Burger King all the chicks are on my bone

It grows and grows and grows, gets a little bigger

You wanna see me skeet, baby girl, pull the trigger

I've got bang for your butt and I hate posse cuts

I'm a one mic thriller, I'm a soft beverage chiller

Whoever takes the mic, you better be illa

Now what's the time, everybody say (MILLER!)

[Chorus:]

SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

Man, I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT!

Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT!

Grab the mic and SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

Once again, you gotta SHOOT YOUR SHOT! (Yeah, yeah)

I wanna know WHAT YOU GOT! (Yeah, yeah)

Load it up and HIT THAT SPOT! (Yeah, yeah)

Get on the cut and SHOOT YOUR SHOT!

[Andy Cooper:]

Einstein!

[Afrika Baby Sham:] ("I'm a sure shot shooter! ")

Uh-huh, uh-huh

("And my? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes")

[Afrika Baby Sham:] ("I'm a sure shot shooter! ")

Say - WHAT

("And my? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes")

[Afrika Baby Sham:] ("I'm a sure shot shooter! ")

Make it funky, now

("And my? got a six shooter loaded with rhymes")

[Afrika Baby Sham:] ("I'm - I'm - I'm - I'm - I'm - I'm a sure shot shooter! ")

Uh-huh

("Bring it for the right second, then I'm going for mine.")

SHOOT YOUR SHOT! [BANG]

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