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I missed the bus.. I missed the bus..
I missed the bus.. I missed the bus..

[Verse 1]
I went to bed late but I didn t think late would EFFECT ME
Early came around then late wouldn t LET ME
Wake up - WAKE UP - so I can get dressed
I guess my body was mad cause I gave it no rest
And when I finally did awake it was a quarter to 8:00
Jumped in the shower and I know I was late
Stepped out put on my jeans and my uni
And said to myself if I miss school I m ruined
But I ran down hill and I RUSHED RUSHED
I ran down the hill TRYIN TO CATCH THE BUS
Now I m hopin to myself everything is cool
Standin on my block like a fool
But (1) I m all alone and (2) the bus is gone
(3) if I miss school this weekend I ll be at home
Can somebody come real fast to my rescue
I m stuck at the crib and I don t know what to do

[Chorus: repeat 2x]
I missed the bus [ohh]
I missed the bus
I missed the bus [ohh]
And that is somethin I will never ever ever do again

[verse 2]
I was up - HE WAS UP - but I laid back down
Thinkin I could chill til the time came around
And I did - HE DID - but a little too long
Cause when I woke up yo the bus was gone
I almost broke my neck, tryin to get out the door
And I chased the bus til my feet was sore
On the trail - THE TAIL - but I couldn t catch up
I guess it must have been my day for me to have bad luck
Cause I lost my lunch money, book bag busted
Scuffed up my sneakers and I m really disgusted
And when I got to school it was the same old thing
Stepped in the class and the school bell rang
It was nothin I could do, I tried to explain
But the teacher treated me like I was playin a game
YOU LOSE YOU LOSE - the day was a no win
I learned to never miss my bus again

[Chorus]

Tekst :

Chorus:
Well nigga* roll me a mic and let me smoke it til I m high if you ever seen me rock than you know that I- live and die for the things I do slang I use breakin down mics and destroyin crews. (2X)

1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2

1st Verse: Mack Daddy & Da Brat
I devoted my whole life to rockin mics gettin crowds lifted put my pants on backwards caus I wanted to be.... different.
I keeps em with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies sportin gucci, cuttin coochie.
I m the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious to the most brown sex and slim, state of uptrends, known for making divedends and millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.

Who chose to be the next nigga to step get deleted by death undefeated ain t no thang to put that body to rest chest filled with smoke yokin niggas up by the collar. Follow me cuz my dollars makin more cents than common.
Robbin you for your money and your diamonds endangerin your species,
more like a woman than the bee gees.
No remorse steady smokin plenty grass let it go and let Da Brat commence to be the baddest hoe.

Chorus

2nd Verse: Daddy Mack & Mr. Black

Nothin but a C big party (twelve until) see I m the daddy of the mack and at the top of world I chill keep real, my feela work consists of that (a thuggish ass niggas sayin way to keep em pissed) my life I wouldn t tread it, to me it s nothin better, wakin up when I wanna sportin Jay-boogie leather.
Autographs (bubble baths) five star hotels, rollin wit a clicc supa thick and everybody gettin well.

Take off the safety face me gun powder chowder for real, the last nigga figga to ever make it off the hill with steel, rhymes rock like Cope the smoke and I m in effect with a tech that got a infa-red scope.
Smackin those actin , tough as Tinactin, fall up in your hood increase your brain with the mack 10, stacked N s seventeen s on the benz and burn up on my thigh in case these niggas won die.

Chorus

Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh........ Someone tell me......... we got it goin on...... I m tellin y all (it s that SoSo Def)

3rd Verse: Jermaine Dupri

I want you to feel me, my whole thang is to get inside your body, I run game like my name was John Gaddy, hittin hookshots like Vlade and niggas around my way call me little Liberace.
A lady lover like no other and I be lethal with my weapon so they call me Danny Glover now who keep it hot? (We Do.)
See So So def ain t nothin but a fool ass crew.

Tekst :

(Jump-Jump)
You should know, you should know that, uh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand here totally krossed out
We commence to make you

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump)

Don?t try to compare us to another bad little fad
I?m the Mac and I?m bad, giving you something that you never had
I?ll make you bump-bump, wiggle and shake your rump
?Cause I be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high, real high ?cause I?m just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type o? guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
?Cause inside-out is wikkity wickkity wickkity whack
I come stompin? with somethin? pumpin? to keep you jumpin?
R&B, Rap and bullcrap is what I?m dumpin?
Ain?t nuttin? somethin? ?bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, ?Do they rock?,? say, ?Believe that?

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump), uh-huh, uh-huh

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump)

Allow myself knockin? (Knockin?)
I love it when a girl is play jockin? (Jockin?)
The D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah, you know me
I got you jumpin? and bumpin? and pumpin?, movin? all around, G
In the mix I made you take a step back
They try to step to the Mac, then they got jacked
To the back you be sportin? the gear, is that coincidental
Act like you know and don?t be claimin? that it?s mental

Two lil? kids with a flow you ain?t never heard
And nuttin? fake and you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump), uh-huh, uh-huh

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump)

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain?t comin? off whack
And for all ya?ll sucks that don?t know
Check it out

Some of them try to rhyme, but they can?t rhyme like this (Go-Go)
Some of them try to rhyme, but they can?t rhyme like this (Go-Go)
Some of them try to rhyme, but they can?t rhyme like this (Go-Go)
Some of them try to rhyme, but they can?t (Go-Go)

?Cause I?m the mickety mickety mickety Mac Daddy (Go-Go)
The mickety mickety mickety Mac (Go-Go)
?Cause I?m the mickety mickety mickety Mac Daddy (Go-Go)
The mickety mickety mickety Mac (Go-Go), I make you wanna

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump), uh-huh, uh-huh

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump), uh-huh, uh-huh

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump), uh-huh, uh-huh

(Jump-Jump)
The Mac Dad?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Uh, Daddy Mac?ll make you (Jump-Jump)
Kris Kross?ll make you (Jump-Jump), believe that

I must have rehearsed my lines a thousand times,
Until I had them memorized.
But when I get up the nerve to tell you,
the words just never seem to come out right.
Chorus:
If only you knew how much I do,
do love you. If only you knew,
how much I do, I do need you.
I...

I made you a promise
I try to do my best
And that s all that s on my mind
I m talkin` bout true love

I was serious all along
Been trying hard to get
Close to you for so long
So baby make your request

Chorus:
All I want from you is your desire
I kno that your...

Airborne cattle
Dissected sections and quadrants
Complete abdominal extraction
Viscera intact and emptied
Drained of blood
Unsightly victim of government testing
Possible extraterrestrial experimentation
Mute forever
Now buzzing with larvae and flies
Biproduct of our bullshit existence
Cadavers for the spawning
...

Czy już widzisz kształty drzew
A czy rozumiesz ptaków śpiew
Czarna mewa goni białą mewę
Z czym ci się to kojarzy
Czy już słyszysz łoskot fal
Czy cię nie razi słońca blask
Oto nadciągają kumulusy
Chyba rozumiesz, co to znaczy

Szatan,...

This ain t for the ones
That just love for fun
That just love and run
that just hold the gun
This is for
Those that bleed
That want but have no need
This ain t for the war
this is only

For Lovers only
lovers only
Strictly for the lovers only
Who are lost and lonely

Ever since the way you looked...