095 Prealgebra: Semester 2

I'm So High (Master)

Mayweather Swag (produced by JHBeats)

[Intro - King]
Bitches and rubbers (x4)
(Uh yeah, uh, no baggy Maggies man...)

[Chorus 1 - King (Protagonist)]
(What's your body count nigga?) I'm triple digits/ (What you talking bout nigga?) Fucking bitches!/ Trojan magnum gold wrappers, now that's a given./ Face down, {Juvenile: Back that azz up}, Now that's the mission!/ Bad hoes on my team!, {Yeah} And! shake up em Hakeem!/ {Yeah}  She's a sex fiend, {Yeah}  I make her cream! {Yeah}/ Cheifing on that good green!, Smoke looking like steam! {Yeah} / She'll never called her back, Damn I'm so mean/ I'm gone!

[Verse 1 - King (Protagonist)]
What's your occuption nigga?, baggin bitches/ 100 bodies on the count, Simple addition (EASY!)/ Got her legs in the air, switching positions/ Fucked her real good, How you know? {mmm} Her legs twitching!/ Bagged her on the stoop/ White girl, Betty Boop {Betty Boop giggle}/ She picked me up, in the coupe, Got head, neck was loose/ Then I, swooped-n-booped/ She said {Rihanna: "Please don't stop"}, {sex sounds} Then I heard a knock/ Roomate trying to cock block/ Now I'm, on the clock/ Told her, "She can join or watch."/ 2 girls, on my cock/ Call that, "Game and Watch"/ I'm not a head coach {Coach Mora: "You kidding me?}, I couldn't train her {Playoffs!}/ Me and Pro-Tag hit, yeah dawg we trained her {Quad City DJs: It's a choo choo}/ Stupid broad tried to call me back, I couldn't blame her/ I get stupid head, it's a a no brainer (Duh!)/ Good girls gone wild, somebody tame her/ I gave that hoe back, heard she's a flamer!/

[Chorus 2 - Protagonist (King)]
(What's your body count nigga?) I'm triple digits!/ (What you talking bout nigga?) Fucking bitches!/ Trojan magnum gold wrappers, Now that's a given/ Top down {Trey Songz: Bottoms Up!}, Now that's the mission/ Mad hoes on my team {Yuuup!} Shake em down, K.G. {Yuuup!} / I'm a sex fiend {Yuuup!} Featured in her wet dream {Yuuup!} / High off that loud pack, sky hook, Kareem {Yuuup!} / She never get called back, because I'm so mean/ Mmmm [EASY!}

[Verse 2 - Protagonist]
You know my occupation (what is it?), fuckin bitches! (Word?)/ Ten squared (how many is that), a hundred bitches!/ If the girl ain't fine i dont mind /Nickel plus nickel equals dime, everytime/ Bagged her in the street, white chick looking like Pam An/ She picked me up, in the mornin, souped up Grand "A.M."/ And she had more moves than Jean claude van Damme/ Then i dipseted, Jim {Jones!}, Juelz, {A!} Cam {Killa!}/ She said {Kevin Hart: "No don't do this to me}, and she looked perplexed/ Once I was out the door, {SMS alert} that's when I got a text./ It said, "Your the best, I got some girls, bring your set"/ Mad bitches! (Ooo!) My niggas! (Ooo!) No homo, GROUP SEX!/ There were 2 bitches, call them "Bi-nomial!"/ King had a "three"some, yeah a "tri"-nomial! (Mmmhmm)/ P-r-o-Tag! And Tag is from the King!/ Everyone Banging! {WWE bell} ! King of the Ring! Quadrilateral!/

[Outro - U Rite! Movement]
What's your body count nigga? (x4)

{Sex sounds}

Triple digits! (x4)

What you talking about nigga? (x4)

[Rihanna: Please don't stop}

Fucking BITCHES! (x4)

Body Count (Produced By JHBeats)

[Verse 1 - Protagonist]
Silver slugger, I'm hitting on her/ Got complete game, that's why I pulled her/ Told me she wasn't single, just looking for fun/ After I got to first base, called a hit and run/ She a switch hitter, go both ways/ Take her and her girl down, double play/ They started arguin, over balls and strikes/ Made a call to the bullpen same night/ I'm managing the bitches, dug out/ New chick made me pop up, I'm out/ Fucked her in the ear, heard that shit was foul/ We finna fuck extra innings grab your rally towel/ My gold glove, thats a magnum/ Stroke it fast, can't read on the speed gun/ Killed the pussy, sacrifice fly/ Really bunned it, r.b.i./ 

[Chorus - King (Protagonist)]
You triple AAA, (We major  league)/ We ball all night, (You stay fatigued)/ Pujols money nigga, (Large amount)/ 3 bottles, 2 blunts (Full count)/ (x2)

[Verse 2 - King]
Mami approached me like P.T.I./ "Ya swag turn me on, ya pretty fly/ mans not around need a pinch hitter"/Said "I'm Big Papi desinated hitter"/ She like girls too, that's a switch hitter/ She brougt a chick through that's a  double header/ Got stupid wet, rain delay/ Dropped it real low E.R.A./ It got stupid hot (bitch) dog days/Busted two nuts nigga, double play/Made em both walk, like 4 balls/ Got dumb high, pop fly ball/ Put my mans on, sac fly/ You know the nigga scored, R.B.I. /Only one rule in the club house/ Bitches coming in, get dug out!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - King)]
Green monster bud, straight fire/ Calling niggas out, like an umpire/ Bitch niggas, stay pitchin underhand/ Playing softball, no mans land/ Niggas talking shit, don't respond/ Got a big head Barry Bonds/ Very shallow, but what I say is deep/ "Playing hardball, cause talk is cheap!

[Verse 4 - Protagonist]
We go back-to-back, King and Pro/ Smoking green grass, hydro/ Nigga you balk, you can't deliver/ I hit it out the park, splash in her river/ Roll the tarp out, she real wet/ We her odds on favorite, take the bet/ Steal your bitches, And it's "Safe!" to say/ You got gaps in your swag, rain delay/

[Chorus] (x2)

World Series (Produced By JHBeats)

At Herb Chambers we've got it!

[Chorus - King & Protagonist)]
I'm getting money, Herb (Chambers)/ Stay strapped, ready for (Danger)/ Russian roulette, one in the (Chamber)/  Leave you smoking like that loud pack, (Green Ranger)/ Whole lotta whips, Herb (Chambers)/ Ballin on these suckers, I'm (Danny Granger)/  One night with your chick, she in love wit a (Stanger)/ (Pro) and King on the track (Now that's a (Banger)/

[Verse 1 - King (Protagonist)]
Drag racing down the street with my gat/ Tires on super skinny, rims real fat/ Two tone paint job give ya double vision/ Peel da top back dat circumssion/ SL600 benz crazy horse power/ V12 engine, gassing every hour/ Fish bowled whip, {Rick Ross: I'm rollin purple flowers} /Hydro planing, (nigga ) give em a shower/ Headed to the mall, cruising in the 2012/ AC turned to the max, we hot as hell/ Blue and white crown vic, 5-0 know me well/ Brought straight cash homie, I'm posting bail/ Swaging thro the valet, blowin on the Cali (Cali!)/ Garbage ass niggas, parkin the alley (Alley!)/  Super charged viper, catch me a rally (Rally!)/ Smart ass dumb niggas, probably owe sally (Sally!)/ Sally Mae!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Protagonist (King)]
Nigga black rims, red lugs i spot em/ Car real low, {The Rock: And the Rock Means...} Rock bottom/ Meguires soap, clean whips, spongebob em/ Murmaid man paint job, bikini bottom/ Extra fresh, like white on white forces/ Saddle up, don't fall, got a lot of horses/ White whip, white rims, yeah I'm talking porches/ Droptop in the snow, yeah dog i forced it/ {Wiz Khalifa: No keys, push to start} auto started/ Smart guy, stupid whip, retarded/ Futuristic cars, we bought it/Nice whips Herb chambers, we got it/ Caddies, Audis, Beemers, we torchin/ I'm the treasure, lock me up, car cost a fortune/ Open the window, you see us, we scorchin/ megazord whip, {Red Ranger: It's Morphin Time} mighty morphin!/

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Protagonist (King)]
Rollin up two/to herbs, Feeling like a fucking (Stah)/ Twinkle twinkle, they know who we are (Ahe)/ Duffle bag full of money, ballin so hard (Hahd)/ Left in some wierd shit, (You know) A foriegn (Cah)/ (Got to big for the 'Rari, so i brought it back {Ugh}/ Bently, Hummer, Maybach , couple hundid racks/{M-m-m-m-Maybach Music} Slave ship whip, color crnunchy black,/ Presidental tints, "What's up Barack?" {President Obama: I approve this message}/ Got the best ride, you ever seen/ Disappear with your bitch, smokescreen/ Get my dick licked) What else?/ (Road head) What else?/ (Road kill) What else? (You are so dead)/ Yo i come through, swagged out so clean/ Bubble eye Lex (Victor Rrtiz)/ Grill smiling, You know its mean/ Mayweather (50) (U Rite money team)/

[Chorus]

[Outro - King (Protagonist)]
Bang out (Bang out!) (x8)
We gets money!
(Now that's a banger) (x4)

U Rite! Production mother fucker!

Herb Chambers (Produced by JHBeats)

[Intro]
Yeah, uh huh. Mr. DJ-Engineer (y = mx + b flow)

[Chorus]
I'm a pro with the tools (x3)/ I'm a mac with the mac/ (x2)

[Verse 1]
Hard beats on the beat and Pro on the verse/  We produce the beat, and we write the verse/ We record the track, and we engineer the verse/ We killin niggas, and we leave em in a hearse/ Started as a dream, woke up now we livin it/ Saved our guap, now we don't pay for shit/ Cause we invested in ourselves, that conceited shit/ We plotted on you niggas, now we killin shit/ We got speakers, headphones, and of course a mic/ Cross references, subs boom just right/ KRK or Beats, got whatever you like/ For the vocals: large diapragm condenser mic/ Straight to the avalon, reverb, and...delay/ A little compression, we got...dynamic range/ Produce, write record, and mix...same day/ Then rest our ears, master on the...next day/ 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Wav file, 16 bit, forty four point one/ 8 band eq, not 4, not 1/ Multiband compressor, got 4, not 1/ Harmonic Exciter, got 4, not one/ Go to one, two, to give it that punch/ 3 and 4s the vocals, so don't cut too much/ 5 and 6 is like a blizz/ Put it down only when your high enough/  7 come through, clean up the whole song/ 8, low pass filter, brickwall/ If your track sound dry, wet it with the reverberation/ I'm talking echos and delays, reverberation/ Stereo imaginng, nnnnarrow the bass/ Probably cause booms take a lot of space/ Send it to the maximizer, have my shit knockin/ Shit's all orange, no red, back to ballin/

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You think all we do is produce, write, track and mix/ We the dj, told you we don't pay for shit/ Got that industry sound, playing out of all speakers/ My master fader is high on that loud speaker/ Find the tempo, make sure its on beat/ hats or Drums, however you wanna sync the beat/ Get the next track ready, cue the beat/ Slide the crossfader, everythings on beat/ Have the gym rockin, have the caf bumpin/ Have the class chillin, have your room jumpin/ On the train zonin, cause your beats bumpin/ In the car cruisin, cause your trunk thumping/ Jarves Hard Beats/ Pro-Tag, U Rite!/ No lie, real talk/ Me and my nigga too nice/

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro]
Me and my nigga too nice... (x4)

101 Algebra

Pro With the Tools (Prod. by JHBeats)

[Intro - King]
Yeah! What that look like?
What that look like?
What it look like? A hundred bodies
Yeah something light!

[Chorus - King (Pro)]
(A hundred bitches!) Hundred bodies on the count, simple addition/ Hu-hundred bodies on the count, simple addition (x2)/ (Ten squared, ten-ten squared, a hundred bitches! (x4)/

[Verse 1 - King]
100 bodies on the count, that's simple addition/ Me and Pro shook it up, remix edition/ Keep it one hundred, nigga they call me Ben Frank/ Hard body nigga, built like a fucking tank/ She had a stripper-big-ole-ass, I had to spank/ Caught another homi[cide] the freak hoe said, "Thanks"/ Keep killing these hoes like O.J.!/ Nigga always use his gloves I'm like "OK!"/ She saw the swag, asked "If i had mag"/ Don't like to brag, but it was in the bag/ She started acting up, said "Fuck a script"/ But she on my dick, she even brought another chick (Ugh!)/ It's really nothing, she started buffing/ I poker face, nigga there was no bluffin/ She had the mufflins, I started cuffing/ Two bitches in the bed they call that double stuffin ugh!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Pro (King)]
It's still the occupation, still fucking bitches/ Pro (King) on the track, remix edition/ (Hundred bodies on the count) Simple addition/ Ten squared is still...A hundred bitches/ Told my spanish mami, "Ven aqui, sientate"/ Slapped that ass with a hundred, cien (ta te)/ This on my wrist, about your bitch/ She no education! dumb bitch/ Had 3 bitches, bases loaded/ Grand slam booties, each ass was loaded// Serena Williams booty, God damn!/ I hit it out the park, grand slam/ If Lying about one, you can't have...(Another body!)/ Man I the rock the pus...(Another body!)/ Man I rock the boat...(Another body!)/ Man I oc the pus...(Another body!)/

[Chorus x3]

[Outro - Pro]
A hundred bitches!

100 (Body Count Remix) (Prod. by JHBeats)

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