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Big Tunes: Back 2 the 80s
Disc 1
01. I Should Be So Lucky
02. I Think We’re Alone Now
03. Respectable
04. The Only Way Is Up
05. Tell It to My Heart
06. Venus
07. Too Many Broken Hearts
08. When Will I Be Famous
09. Never Gonna Give You Up
10. Don’t Leave Me This Way
11. You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)
12. Club Tropicana
13. Heartache
14. The Harder I Try
15. You’ll Never Stop Me Loving You
16. Boys
17. Call Me
18. So Macho
19. Touch Me (I Want Your Body)
20. Sign of the Times
Disc 2
01. The Final Countdown
02. Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now
03. Manic Monday
04. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
05. Footloose
06. Call Me
07. Cuddly Toy
08. Real Gone Kid
09. Love & Pride
10. Two Tribes
11. Love Resurrection
12. The Safety Dance
13. Rock Me Amadeus
14. Out of Touch
15. Waiting for a Star to Fall
16. Mirror Mirror
17. My Favourite Waste of Time
18. Each Time You Break My Heart
19. It Doesn’t Have to Be This Way
20. Doctor! Doctor!
Disc 3
01. You Got It (The Right Stuff)
02. I’m So Excited
03. Dr. Beat
04. System Addict
05. Riding on a Train
06. Money’s Too Tight (to Mention)
07. If You Let Me Stay
08. Who’s Zoomin’ Who?
09. Living in America
10. Walk This Way
11. When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get Going
12. Say I’m Your Number One
13. History
14. Roadblock
15. I’d Rather Jack
16. Happenin’ All Over Again
17. Who’s in the House
18. Doctorin’ the House
19. Love Can’t Turn Around
20. Theme From S’Express
Hi, I'm Jona, Freddie Foxxx is my dad
And I wanna say that all you rappers are wack
Wordup, baby, yeah, you ready?
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby, we tear this motherfucker down
Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found
We're beatin' niggas down, make you world renown
Where street beef set off once never forgiven
Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin' that's how we be livin'
Where niggas vibe on the raw shit
Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split
We will pick your teeth up and put 'em on a string like bones
And send your punk ass home alone
I got stock in this microphone, you innuendos
And get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo
Maybe smoke like the hydro, endo, you niggas is hookers
I hit you with the four pound tuckers
Have you ever seen a rap stampede?
We'll bring 'em underground and I'll run 'em down
You know my reputation
My voice over disco beats is violation
New York walk, New York talk
And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk
So watch what the fuck you say and what you do
For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew
Bring in, baby, you ready?
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I be hearin' mad MCs, I study your rhymes
And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin' time
I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct
I take it to nice niggas and fuck them up
So the fact that you be shinin' makes it even better for me
That just leaves more cheddar for me
I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69
Total eclipse your record and stole your shine
Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme
And I still had you motherfuckers payin' me mine
What's up? Watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas
No tax while you loudmouth braggin' ass niggas fake jacks
I'm nice with my mothafuckin' hands
And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx, celebrity box out the beats
My flow is so cold, start a rainy day snowin'
My voice fertilize, your thoughts to start growin'
It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated
The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it
You motherfuckers ready for this? Check it out, here we go
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I got stock in the game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I go one, two, three, four, five, I make it live
Simple ass shit like that be soundin' wack
But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels
Wild niggas start cockin' they tools
I got my ethics from the older school
If you wack then I spit it
Somethin' to steal, I come get it
If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't with it
Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it
I be hearin' niggas that sound like me
But ain't never ever really put it down like me
Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me
Street reputation, love town to town like me
You bitch ass motherfuckers
I squared off in the mainstream world actin' like a mothafuckin' girls
I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium
The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium
You soft niggas could never be iller than the hole maker
Hole filler, Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the blood spiller
Don't fuck with a mothafuckin' killer, turn it up
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Just remember the words to this song
I got stock in this game
Got a bad reputation for bringin' the glock to the game
You know my name, so if you ever come across me wrong
Then all you motherfuckers will be gone, word 'em up
Now, check it out, all you motherfuckers better know
Baby, it's Bumpy Knuckles and I never die
If half you niggas was really as you say you was
We wouldn't have had no wars between the Coast
But you niggas is bitches
'Cause when they did it to us we never did it to them
So I'd do it to every motherfuckin' body, baby
The lone soldier, Bumpy Knuckles, motherfucker
You better watch your back, nigga, kill me