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Animal Style!

by El Prez

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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!
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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
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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)
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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
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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.
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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
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Animal Style 04:13
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!
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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!
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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
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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)
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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...
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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

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released February 15, 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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Latest projects: Angels with Dirty Faces w/ Professor H,
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