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Boys on Top: Punk Rock Tribute to Avril Lavigne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Influences: Avril Lavigne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Avril Lavigne (Mike Macharyas) · Avril Lavigne (Avril Lavigne) · A Tribute to Avril Lavigne [Tributized] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Avril Lavigne (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Damn Damn Leash [UK] (Be Your Own Pet) · Damn Damn Leash [US] (Be Your Own Pet) · H1TS 2010 Edition Avril (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pleyel: 17 Avril 1972, Pt. 1 (Count Basie) – and 90 other albums »


motherfuckin’ gang to me
And money, ain’t a motherfuckin’ thang to me
Let me break it down for you, keep a few shooters
And a damn good lawyer
Preparation for
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking

Freak nasty, I like your dance
say my rhymes, I'm never fake
When you start my beat, that's when I break
On you, and it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm
and dance and party down
I'm the best, he's the vanilla

[Chorus]
It's a party...come on...let's do this..
say my rhymes, I'm never fake
When you start my beat, that's when I break
On you, and it don't stop, and it don't stop, and it won't stop
Cause I'm
oakland, califoniyee I'
M too $hort baby, no, I don't play freak nasty, I like ya dance ya know it
Looks good in those pants so damn good I had to lance
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
dance with flare and get out of your chair 
We be smarter than your average boo boo bear 

Rock on, to the break of dawn 
Just freak it, ah yeah baby
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
a kiss or a dance
The game is to exploit young ghetto kids
A straight pimp game, and there ain't no shame
And the shit's gone too far
100 hip-hop
nipples through her blouse *Owwww* 
Watch it wiggle just like the Harlem dance
Look at all that ass in those *itty-bitty* pants
Damn, hey Ms. Parker I make
it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable
it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-are, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable
Come on and make room 

Cause I'm hookin up the audible shroom, are you a buyer 

Shit, god damn, what's the plan, here's the plan 

Get high, get by any
until the break of dawn
I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable
it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-are, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable
it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-are, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable
foot in the pavement
With the brothers I'm raised with
Play with and break dance back in the days with
And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists
a bar and there he was
Standing up by a bucket, eww, trying to fuck it
It was a big fucking smelly, ass farm llama

Damn dawg! how you gonna diss your
it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn.
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable
yo, FUCK YOU!!!
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By taking all these other motherfuckers outta here
I'd go through your phone book
finesse writes rhymes by the chapter
Adapt to rap but I won't even break yet
So damn hype that I might blow your tape deck
Full grown, stoned to the bone