Animal Style!

by El Prez

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    Weighing in at 13 oz, with the hard-work anthem of "Burgertime", and the heart-attack-inducing music of "King Kong (I'm Gone)" and the title track, "Animal Style" takes you on a journey in the day of the life of a black president in Southern California, looking for a good meal. Presented by IM-King clothing, 2Dopeboyz.com, DJBooth.net, and the FCC, El Prez's "Animal Style!" is on the menu everywhere online and where good music is bootlegged ha!

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released 15 February 2010
Artist: El Prez
Album: Animal Style!

Tracklisting:
01. California Games (prod. by Ro Blvd)
02. Burgertime (prod. by DJ Descry)
03. Phantoms of the Opera (prod. by SOV)
04. Cop Trees ft. DNEZ (prod. by Jansport J)
05. King Kong (I’m Gone) (prod. by Ro Blvd)
06. Contact ft. Freddie Gibbs (prod. by Dae One)
07. 2 Live/Die in LA ft. Diz Gibran and Tunji (prod. by The A3)
08. Animal Style (prod. by Chris “THX” Goodman)
09. Lil Miss Popular ft. J7 (prod. by Ro Blvd)
10. Victory Lapse ft. Donwill and Von Pea (prod. by The A3)
11. Inglewood ft. Shawn Chrystopher and Polyester (prod. by LAUSD)
12. Summit at the Sands ft. Shawn Chrystopher, DNEZ, and Chris Focus (prod. by SOV)
13. The Real World (prod. by Woody)

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tags: animal style california el prez fcc hip hop hip-hop/rap im-king indie inglewood los angeles pop tree house Los Angeles

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Track Name: Burger Time
1st Verse
Good morning, Good Afternoon, and Good Evening
Everyday I thank the lord I'm still breathing
I wake up and bake a pot pie for feeding
For those that don't know that's a subliminal meaning Meaning,
I could turn from vicious and mean,
to calm and serene, from blowing out smoke screens
My blunt stays silent, no sticks or seeds,
will be poppin when I'm firing up the green leaves
I inhale and exhale in front of police,
flashing my medical card like "look at me"
You coppers can't touch me, "naaahh", I'm in the sea, riding the wave, my tshirts made by IM-King
I hit up In-N-Out and order a #3,
Animal Style of course, extra sauce wit the cheese
Turn on Sportscenter for highlights of my team,
not the Lake Show tho, but the FCC
Chris Focus, DNEZ, and Mr. Shawn C.,
Dale Danja, young Eazee, and "Extra" El P
And everybody else that's ready to party,
with a black prezident in some all white barkleys dudes hate cause everything is made fresh daily, shoutout to the homies Outasight and Fresh Daily, started in the kitchen now you niggas gotta pay me, rap game stoopid, but the food game crazy!

Hook
Its mo' bread (bread)
Mo' beef (beef)
Mo' cheese (cheese)
Yeah that's all that I need/
(x2)
It's mo' money, then its mo' problems
Ya gettin mo money, ya gettin more problems
But I ain't tryna solve em
'Cause I'm gettin' mine,
I'm gettin' mine
It's Burgertime, So eat up!

2nd Verse
With ya' microwave style, Heat Up! (heat up!)
and ya' fast food sounds, Eat Up! (eat up!)
Go and take a seat down, Eat Up! (eat up!)
You' gon' be here for a while
This is slow burn, marinated, flows u ain't used to
Let's take it back to when niggas kept it crucial
Just a lil snot-nose, rollin on my dyno,
pedaling around to find some light-skinned hoes
To maybe hop on my pegs, and then hop on my head
Man, we was young and wasn't gettin no bread
But now I got a fetish for stacking piles of lettuce, between pieces of bread, add the mustard and relish Make sure its well done, but still a lil reddish,
cause beef could get bloody in streets, don't forget it
This American cheddar got me slicing up bellas,
cause the way this sh*t sell we got mickey D's jealous!

Hook
Its mo' bread (bread)
Mo' beef (beef)
Mo' cheese (cheese)
Yeah that's all that I need/
(x2)
It's mo' money, then its mo' problems
Ya gettin mo money, ya gettin more problems
But I ain't tryna solve em
'Cause I'm gettin' mine,
I'm gettin' mine
It's Burgertime, So eat up!

3rd Verse
I'm sick and tired of these fast food MC's
Burger Kings thinking that they Royale w/ cheese
F'ing up the game wit they microwave steez
OchoCinco's, I just tell 'em "child, please"
I always been a part of the five,
that was put here to help out the def and the blind, like a goodyear blimp I be high in the sky,
or maybe just sky high, u should give it a try
I've been laying on the grill for my whole life
Paid dues, so that's why my body got those stripes
I took my time till I'm cooked just right,
while these other rappers tryna thaw out overnight
But check it, this is dinner for ya soul,
food for ya thoughts wit a flavor that's bold
Take a few bites after having a fat bowl,
and leave some leftovers for the doggie bag home, Gone.

Hook
Its mo' bread (bread)
Mo' beef (beef)
Mo' cheese (cheese)
Yeah that's all that I need/
(x2)
It's mo' money, then its mo' problems
Ya gettin mo money, ya gettin more problems
But I ain't tryna solve em
'Cause I'm gettin' mine,
I'm gettin' mine
It's Burgertime, So eat up!
Track Name: Phantoms of the Opera
1st Verse
Everytime I'm waking up, I'm thinking 'bout caking up
diving into money, spitting gold out like Scrooge McDuck
people think it's funny that I talk about high stakes and stuff
'cause I ain't really been making much
that's cool, I've been saving up
spit rap jewels, on Pro Tools,
so little kids at your school,
can walk around with their ipod,
banging this cause it feels cool
pull on up to that barstool,
and get served with these slick words,
or you can stick with that carpool
riding around with those squares and nerds,
I'm 'gang-greening' like mildew
Spring Cleaning and 'cha-ching'ing'
dirty money that stays stinking,
big bills, no Lincolns,
big hills, roadkill, you drive by to find I,
on a mountain so High, it's like a castle in the sky,
No sleep and no days off,
I guarantee it's going to pay off,
for more c.r.e.a.m., I stay scheming,
like Bernie I Made-off,
so keep tricking that cake off,
my flights about to take off,
stock rising so high,
while you're downsized, so lay-off.

hook

I gotta get this dough, I gotta stack this cheese
I gotta get this paper, as far I can see
I gotta get this dough-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

2nd Verse
From the nickel-nickel-nine to the city of the Dimes
I'm just trying to make a change and get a little bit of shine with rhyme
plus hustle and grinding
plus remarkable timing
equals ladders I'm climbing, to the top where Success,
and the rest is residing,
wit colorful diamonds that sparkle and shine in the limelight,
but for now, all I got is lemon-lime Sprite,
scraping up a $1.59 to live the 'High Life',
running all the red lights just to see the green,
downing all the Red Stripe, cause the sh*t was free,
for this paper I'ma stretch it far as I can see,
cause like Geico money, I feel like it's watching me,
I'm about to catapault commodities,
and taste everything, from cheddar to cottage-cheese,
because me and moola got an open door policy
because like Twitter, even the figues wanna follow me.

hook

I gotta get this dough, I gotta stack this cheese
I gotta get this paper, as far I can see
I gotta get this dough-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Track Name: Cop Trees ft DNEZ
1st Verse
(DNEZ) I get a call on my celly-boom-belly
It's your girl Kelly telling me that she with her friend Shelly
They on a flight, about to touch down in my city,
they want me to take 'em around and get 'em a lil' tipsy
So I proceed to pick 'em up from the Airport,
and give 'em the carry-on experience like Jansport
A knock on my window and who could it be?
It's 2 little hotties staring at me
I opened up the door, they hopped right in
They said DNEZ, whats the plan?
I said first things first, we back to the Wood,
we gotta grab a bag of that OG good
You know how it goes down on our side of town,
It's like a medical factory all around
The Dro that I blow leaves your ass with a frown
She said, "You like to drink? Hell Yeah I like to Pour UP!"

Hook
When in LA, we Cop Trees to Spark Up (x8)

2nd Verse
(El Prez) Coming from the city where it's 24-7,
weed dispenseries like 7-11's
They're on every corner, just say you're in a coma,
and the doctor gives you something that looks like a diploma
You take it next door to the shop-- Market
Where they provide bargains like Wal-Mart or Target
But down aisle 3, it's trees for different causes,
Your up's and your downs, your wins and your losses
Once you get a card, you can plant 'em in the yard,
put a couple in your house, leave a couple in the car
And if you get stopped, you'll be feeling like a star,
cause all the cops could do is just practice looking hard!
So if you're in NY, just look for the fly, new, sneaks that the boutiques keep on consignment
If you're in Africa you could search for some diamonds,
and when you're in the A, get some play from a stripper named Diamond, but...

Hook
When in LA, we Cop Trees to Spark Up (x8)
Track Name: I'm Gone (King Kong)
1st Verse
First you break it on down, then u roll it back up
Break it on down, then u roll it back up
Inhale, exhale, take another puff,
then u blow it in the air so they knowing wassup
Just pass me the bucks so u won't get passed on,
take a couple hits of the blunt, and move on
If ya middle name is Success then sing along,
cause we finna pop bottles on the white house lawn
I'm Gone
beating my chest like King Kong
Gorillas in the Mist, rolling up a whole zip
I could switch lanes, rollin up with one wrist,
in the truck while I'm bumping "Uaintuponthis!"
And I'm another trip,
another round, another sip,
poppin bottles in the Vip,
models swallowing the drips
In the club its on, when this track comes on,
every girl in the world saying "That's my song!"
I'm Gone
Track Name: Contact ft Freddie Gibbs
1st Verse
Yo I elevate, levitate,
high above the 50 states
high life living, wine-sipping, while I'm eating steak
high times is what the doctor prescribed to cure the ache
so blunts, we break em and twist em like the knee on Drake
let's celebrate wit California Haze
in a rag-top jag, dropped, soaking in the rays
its too hot for wearing ascots in LA
but I keep a pair of bright air max- light gray
used to work in Fox Hills Mall like that nigga Trey
now I get fried in the sky watching Richard Bey
my pastime's writing rhymes in a chevorlet
head in the clouds while I ride down 108th
got so many leaves in my ride ima need a rake
sunroof closed so the kush cloud can't escape
El Prez and Freddie Gibbs headed into outerspace
2dopeboyz in a caddy like Mek and Shake
and like a heavyweight matchup, we match blunts,
knocking out the competition everytime we blast up
gon' and sit that coke down
you could put the glass up
we aint fuckkin wit the brown
all we do is puff while...

Hook
Cruise down the boulevard, rolling up a fat one
Roll up the windows in the 'Lac
as we catch contact (x2)

2nd Verse
This is Deep Space Nine on the grind in my spaceship
rollin up that sticky-icky-smelling-like-a-grape sh*t
hovering east/west across the interstate wit
a vegetarian banquet, of all that stank sh*t
burning down a forest in my homegirl taurus,
had to put the swisher out b4 johnny law saw us
forgot that they was ordered and told to ignore us
so I fired it up and lit it like olympic torches
staring at my rollin skills like, "This is Gorgeous!"
Zig-Zag and Swisher's gonna wanna endorse this
session wit Americas most blunted
We high and top gunning
inside of an all white 300
feelin like a koopa in a cloud dropping bombs on the crowd
bangin that old Nas hella loud
like "fake thug, no love, u get the slug, cb4 gusto" damn them flows still resonate fasho
these broads in the back steady catching contact
like, "Daamn, I've never been high like that."
U wanna hotbox wit me? u know where I'm at
just rollin up a swisher in the Lac as they catch contact.
Track Name: 2 Live/Die in LA ft Diz Gibran and Tunji
Yo I was born in the biz
listened to the hits then performed as a kid
did shows in my crib
the mirrors were the crowd
they screamed and they shouted, "Encore! Encore!" until I took a bow
and now that I'm on tour my heads in the clouds
brainstorming on how to make more wit these vowels
these consonants make more common sense now
I'm checkin in the game while u handing out the towels
its more than a name, I live what this bout
I spit like I work where obama sits down
I draw big crowds, from hoods to hick towns
where blue-eyed teens drink brew and tip cows
so if u got a stage, man u better book now
cause pretty soon its gonna take more than 10 thou
fuck you pay us
live from LA its
El Prez and Diz
#1 on ya playlist
Track Name: Animal Style
1st verse
Yo this is animal instinct, mixed wit a stiff drink
a wolf amongst sheep in a mink wit gold links
You couldn't walk in my shoes if niggas used Shaq's feet
we train like an athlete, to run em like trackmeets
this is that Ray Lewis linebacker rap were, designed to attack, lay a player on their back, pause!
built to break laws, take charge,
living to deface yall,
when I flip the pencil and erase yall
wipe the smile off ya face when you feel the bass
make u catch a case by the time you hear the 8th bar
on the prowl for the papes and the porterhouse steaks
so chill with all that simon cowell hate
from the hecklers and the fakes, they get a towel thrown in they face,
like Horry did Ainge, so don't test my aim niggas need to redirect they frame of mind before I remind y'all we are not the same.

Hook
March to the beat
stomp in the streets
Win at all costs, never admit defeat
NEVER take a loss
always compete
we don't care who got next 'cause we run for weeks!
so put ya chips up, King and Duck on the beach
and they don't wanna alter this beast,
so peep how I growl
show my teeth when I smile
its the call of the wild
it's Animal Style!

2nd Verse
You're a Beat biter, rhyme style taker
tell ya to ya face you ain't shit but a faker claiming you got grands and acres
but couldn't afford an accord or a le sabre
you wannabe the Prez but really you're Ralph Nader
just an Outkast like them boys from decatur
you're Hip-Hop Weekly, I'm more like Fader
if niggas think they cool, then I'm AC Slater
walk like a panther, swim with the sharks, fly like an eagle, I shouldve built an Ark
keep the crowd jumpin like Jordan did Starks
I never bite cause they too scared of my bark
I'm Man vs wild, you 106 & Park-ass niggas need light cause they scared of the dark
you may be Top 40, but only on dick clark
cause we know that real rap don't give a fuck about charts

Hook
March to the beat
stomp in the streets
Win at all costs, never admit defeat
NEVER take a loss
always compete
we don't care who got next 'cause we run for weeks!
so put ya chips up, King and Duck on the beach
and they don't wanna alter this beast,
so peep how I growl
show my teeth when I smile
its the call of the wild
it's Animal Style!

3rd Verse
I know u hate me, cats is Dick Tracy
copying my style, aiming to replace me
lookin thru my files, diggin up the dirt
but they can't, cause my backgrounds made of Astro Turf
you're a dead man walkin, here's ya last dessert
the streets keep talkin, you aint puttin in work
you're too new boy, better yet, you're a jerk, wit no respect,
ya whole careers doin the reject, ask spintelect wzup he'll tell ya he's next,
and he means me, the Presidential-Elect
I kill fly shit like Obama treat insects
cause this is no streak like windex
this is hard work, packaged into music
You had a cool song, i made a new movement
so keep on talkin and ima give u that bar cause you don't wanna roam 'Where the Wild Things Are'
It's Animal Style!

Hook
March to the beat
stomp in the streets
Win at all costs, never admit defeat
NEVER take a loss
always compete
we don't care who got next 'cause we run for weeks!
so put ya chips up, King and Duck on the beach
and they don't wanna alter this beast,
so peep how I growl
show my teeth when I smile
its the call of the wild
it's Animal Style!
Track Name: Lil Miss Popular ft J7
We say we get along but, we really dont
she says I'm doin wrong but, I really dont
and when I'm on the phone, she's quick to grab her coat
like, "you pay me no attention", but I'm really broke
I never have funds to have any fun
cause I spent it on her and our relations
that brand new purse from mr viutton
and she always want more, what's wrong wit that one?
she wanna hit the club, the lobby and the after,
party at the bar wit all the fake rappers
blinded by the chains and rings from all the trappers
she give another nigga the eye I might slap her
she mustve never seen my jersey in the rafters
a stone cold player, patterned my game after
the tiger of the woods, always winning the masters
these ho(le)s aint gettin scratch so nigga u can have her

Hook
It dont matter the clothes you wear
Noone knew you were ever there
whereever you go
there you are
and you think that you's a star
It dont matter the clothes you buy
VIP when you hitched the ride
you left all your friends outside
you just had to be all in the mix

2nd Verse
Yo u know she got that bomb thing,
cheerleader, prom queen,
stayed wit a nigga but she always kept a side fling
hit her on the twitter she'll prolly show her tongue ring
twitpic it like, "when we gettin into something?"
money on the mind, she think about one thing
and that's to be a trophy wife or a Sunbeam
always talking to her girls bout the diamonds and the pearls
and how she got these lame niggas giving her the world
just like this ballplayer, he keep her hair curled
nails done
but she claiming that he still aint gettin none
and you could find her at bossanovas after 1
at a table telling fables like she's "only having fun!"
far from a nun tho, just a rapunzel
damsel in distress, nuthin but a dumb ho
she want mo but all I really know
is youre 15 minutes is up, u gotta go!
Track Name: Victory Lapse ft Donwill and Von Pea
1st Verse
I'm runnin Victory laps, Yeah!
I'm runnin Victory Laps
as I turn to the crowd
I'm takin a bow
w/ a smile like look at me now
From the moment I was born
I was trying to get on
up all night on the mic tryna finish these songs
I spit flows in my sleep,
when I watered the lawn, or did the dishes,
and nigga every line was vicious
now I look at all these MCs as competition
so if u ready for war I got the ammunition
I speak so well on this beat like a politician
to bring the crowd to their feet,
cause its time to listen
I'm a fiend for this rap shit like Tyrone Biggums
so when I hear these wack MC's, I gotta get em
and let 'em know that what we do is not in 'em
they get abused by the Mic like Robin Givens
yeaaahh!
its just a photo finish
Miss Morgan and El Prez breaking that red ribbon
competition is none
been that way since day one
from Cali to BrooklyNatti yo we get the job done
let's go...

Hook
I finally made it (x3)
I finally made it all the way to the top
Track Name: Inglewood ft Shawn Chrystopher and LAUSD
1st Verse
Coming from the city where the cats got 3 strikes
the neighborhood's all black, but the cops are all white
they never hesitate to run your plates and flash lights
all in your face, spray you with some mace, and plant pipes
in the back of your ride like "tonite's the night"
But I keep a lawyer so you know I'll be aiiite
I keep a tee all-white, and some rare air nikes
the type that you can only find on one website
my hype's reaching the heights of the Beatles and Elvis
but I'm still yelling "Fuck the Wrld", holding my pelvis
int eh city of dreams, where cats gamble for cheese,
and ghetto broads look hard while they patting they weave
cause I've been repping the 'Wood before the Forum was blue
up in the video where Mack 10 jumped off the roof
in the city of Ingle
home-sweet-home
where the kids'll put heat to your wig like a hot comb
niggas on the block with glocks and boost cellphones,
getting it around the clock, the spots well-known
So tell your foes, tell ya fam, tell ya kin,
I'm in the TreeHouse, living like the Holiday Inn
coming from the place where,
niggas put 24kts in they kids ear
before they take their first steps,
before they learn best, they learn reps,
which way to walk, which way to talk
and how to throw up they hood's set

Hook
Always up to no good
Inglewood (x4)
Track Name: Summit at the Sands ft Shawn Chrystopher, DNEZ, and Chris Focus
Its a Summitt at the Sands
poly wit the fam
see the fans wave when they see the luxury sedan
pull up to the front,
hop out, and shake hands
w/a couple of stans that wanna b my best friend
its the Presidential Steez
channeling the spirit of Sinatra and Dean
keep a flock on my team
lived a nerds Dream as a Popular teen
flipping chicks like a Gymnast routine on the rings
Here in la city
bright lights and bikinis
Hella tight on the brain
slim straights, no skinnies
I'm just a politician in some foamposite pennys
wit ambitions of a ridah like my moms named Afeni
pouring out the henny for these dead ass rappers
and you could be the next, welcome to ya life after
clown ass rappers
they need a laugh track on they raps
so when they say a line the crowd laughs after
a rapper in some vans
with fabricated fans
its like I'm playing Madden
these the niggas in the stands
i peeped they whole pattern
hyping up they mans
so they picture's in the magazine under "Rapper's friend"
live from the strip its a summit at the sands
2 shows a night
LA to Japan
Vinnie on the Chase
world premiere at the Cannes
if you love it lemme see a show of hands...
Track Name: The Real World
1st Verse
Ladies and Gents, Players and Pimps listen
to this politician in these limited-edition Adidas
Looking right on my size 9's
and the stripes on the side, they match my state of mind
thats interior designed by, greats of our time
they forever hold a place in the space of my mind
from 'Everlasting Bass' to Tribe's 'Check the Rhime'
You can trace my lineage from a vine to a pine
I used to sell mixtapes back in 99,
now i throw it on a blog for the millions online
the millions online bootleg it, thats fine
but it ends up in the hands of listeners worldwide
the listeners worldwide willing to drop dimes
so promoters fly us out and show us a good time
I hit the stage, get paid - - Wait. I GET PAID, hit the stage, then you know I'm on my way

Hook
You probably think this song is all about you
Cause in your own world, it's all about you
You dudes too concerned with the sh*t that we do
Quit sticking out your hands my nigga, we aint cool
Cause in the Real World, it's all about me
Inglewood City and the FCC
I'm high like them angels that fly above me
whatever shall pass, it what it shall be,
so let's talk about it

2nd Verse
Out here in Los Angeles with the lost and jealous
word to my BC fam for the credit
I feel it in the air, my dawgs all smell it
but we dont get stressed my nig, or inhale it
I'm on a mountain high, and I'ma go tell it
you blaming us for hating but y'all chumps sell it
You throw it on the front porch so people can get it,
read the front page, and gossip on who did it
that same ol same, message to the lames
that keep shruggin they shoulders when they ask whos to blame
they thinking they're colder, but we spit that blue flame
and the only 'L' I ever took is the one in my name.

Hook
You probably think this song is all about you
Cause in your own world, it's all about you
You dudes too concerned with the sh*t that we do
Quit sticking out your hands my nigga, we aint cool
Cause in the Real World, it's all about me
Inglewood City and the FCC
I'm high like them angels that fly above me
whatever shall pass, it what it shall be,
so let's talk about it

3rd Verse
Drenched in champagne like I just won the pennant
cause life is like a game played in the 9th inning
they put me in the box, but time is suspended
so I take a step out and think about where I'm hitting
I visualize the crowd, the clouds, the distance,
heighten my senses, and motion to the fences
watch as I strike fear in the hearts of these pitches
whether they from Label A&Rs or the pitchers
young barry bonds my performance is ridiculous
you'll think that its some synthetic serum in my sentence
I mustve had that incredible hulk vial, smash a beat hulk-style
your fav producers gettin choked out/
lil mama got curves wit a coke smile,
said she kicked it wit some birds but she grown now,
put her on the team so she got goals now, and that's my werd we takin care of home POW!/

Hook
You probably think this song is all about you
Cause in your own world, it's all about you
You dudes too concerned with the sh*t that we do
Quit sticking out your hands my nigga, we aint cool
Cause in the Real World, it's all about me
Inglewood City and the FCC
I'm high like them angels that fly above me
whatever shall pass, it what it shall be,
so let's talk about it