What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ Lordy, Lordy! Let’s break into the Top 40! A bit of fodder for another rags-to-riches story It’s like a mad-lib on the microphone when I start recording Hoe? Boo? Skank? Naw, I’ll stick with Shorty Now I’m resortin’ to using words like crunk and swag and hater It’s fun to cater to the lowest common denominator It aint a race thing, cuz I’m basing my pacing On what’s bumpin’ out the earbuds of your little sister Stacy See what we’re facing is another Casey Anthony-style trial Where the profile of good hip-hop is the missing child Guess at some point most emcees give up on bein’ the dopest Put the pen down, pick the weed up, do a duet with Jennifer Lopez But that’s showbiz! By now you oughta know this It seems hopeless, the only way to cope is Strap some C4 to your radio, walk away slow Smile, light the fuse and watch it blow _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ I do have 99 problems, and Jay-Z is one of em Hip hop has become so dumbed down because of him, I wish I was lovin’ him, but you can blame it on my Tiny Timpah, Hey Kanye, put on some Lil Wayne, let’s hear a brain dead, drunk, mumbla whimper I remember the days when emcees had something to say, But now everything is Ludacris and I miss the days of Dr. Dre Back then the content was complex, meticulous Now it’s like Ghost and Swayze, non existent and ridiculous Let’s set Pit Bull against Snoop Dog, Watch the Pit Bull become a puppy, lyrically leap frogged. Cause these bustas ain’t never heard a syntax, metaphors or puns They write a one-syllable line and suddenly they become #1? Good God world, you really gotta be kiddin’ me, Cause if Fergie passes for hip-hop then I’m pullin’ the plug and bouncin’, B I’m headin’ to Flo-Rida so I can hook up with Puffy Combs, Read his book on being a sell out and buy a million dollar home _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ Last name Ever, first name Latest Delayed to the game, but I’ma slay it like a tardy sadist Better late than neva, but I’m clever enough to sever ya ever-decreasing cerebellum without a sellout. V, tell ‘em! And if it bombs out, I’m personally liable (“But guys, do you think this is commercially viable?) Child, please, if I wanted that disease, I’d spend my New Years Eve with the Black Eye Peas Sheesh, I’d rather see myself on CMT With a bandaid on my face, doin’ singalongs with Toby Keith It ain’t beef, I’m just tryin’ to smack some sense into ‘em But they so sensitive, they probably think we tryin’ to screw em Well screw ‘em! Cuz we gonna do us and they can do them! Watch ‘em chew each other up like c-c-canibals Our daddy taught us better than to ever f-f-follow fools I’m gonna live by the law of lyricism and you can keep your Ja Rules _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) _______________________________________________ Listen, I ain’t claimin’ to be another Eminem, But I’d rather strive for a standard than be bland or end up givin’ in Cause I’m sick of them dimwitted men, them tricks that spit quick, But like a two dollar ho they get paid and they ain’t never seen again Yeah R Kelley ain’t even worth .50 cent, And Nelly bought a liquor store, a grill and yeah, that’s where all his money went He and Taylor Swift sounded really good together, Their duet was dope and the rhymes were so clever (tee hee!) And just in case this song be soundin’ dangerous, One a you fools even sang with Enrique Iglesias (“for real?”) Yeah, but the thing is we don’t need another hero, Who singing skills combined with these bustas equals zero I see though who the glitz and fame be temptin’, G Incarcerated for a kilo, havin fits, the top story on MTV You one time hustlas have been hustled by the system Don’t believe me? Put ya junk in and just really try and listen _______________________________________________ Front, back, side to side, come on! (Front! Back! Side to side!) If you don’t know how to dance, do the electric slide And if you can’t really rap, then you might as well hide Behind meaningless lyrics, pseudo-dance lessons Way overproduce it and consider it a blessin’ that the mass media chews hip-hop bubblegum You may be catchy, but you’re dumb _______________________________________________ What’s the fun in another cookie cutter club banger? What’s the point in puttin’ pencil to a piece of paper? Where’s the genius when the key to bein’ seen is sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) But now the people in the club are simply vibratin’ Feel the beat fill up their lungs until they suffocatin’ Ain’t it great? Lemme see yo hands, betta move yo lips we sayin’ (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)