Beat It Up (feat. Lil C) - Luv Jones

Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh (Brr), oh (Brr), oh Got more ice than a skatin' rink Think I need my mink, gotta bundle up (Mink) Take my chain, watch the news next week You gon' see dead bodies turnin' up (Bah, bah) Poppin' this molly got me grindin' at night Got some porcelain teeth, I done fucked 'em up (Fucked 'em up) I was 18 with a pound of weed I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the bus Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name You gon' fuck around, get your homeboy touched (Bah, bah, bah) Goin' in the fridge, I ain't lookin' for a Sunny D I just want the purple stuff Upgraded me to a diamond account I been gettin' bitches, fillin' up Uber trucks Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me I told him to run it up, run it up Say you want smoke, we'll turn you to a pack Take a hood girl and I turn her to a brat Rap game fake, it's hard to adapt Everything they talk 'bout is cap, cap, cap Textin' my phone, I don't never write back I been losin' sleep just countin' up cash Lots of bad habits, I'm poppin' off tags I'ma fuck the game up when I drop "Bag" Rollin' off the pills, two hundred on the dash I'ma bend the corner, I almost crashed Got everythin' that I need If I see somethin' else that I want, I'ma buy it in cash We was dead broke, we ain't had no money for the work So we drive around pickin' up bags Got pulled over, had P's in the trunk Frost said he'd take the charge, but they gave us a pass Got more ice than a skatin' rink Think I need my mink, gotta bundle up (Mink) Take my chain, watch the news next week You gon' see dead bodies turnin' up (Bah, bah) Poppin' this molly got me grindin' at night Got some porcelain teeth, I done fucked 'em up (Fucked 'em up) I was 18 with a pound of weed I was baggin' up dimes at the back of the bus Hidin' from me, throwin' dirt on my name You gon' fuck around, get your homeboy touched (Bah, bah, bah) Goin' in the fridge, I ain't lookin' for a Sunny D I just want the purple stuff Upgraded me to a diamond account I been gettin' bitches, fillin' up Uber trucks Sal said that he got another million-dollar check for me I told him to run it up, run it up Oh (Oh, oh, oh) Oh Oh Pull up like Ace and I'm shameless Pull up like Ace from the cleaners I dropped 200 on a watch She wet, Aquafina, yeah Me and NAV in the Bugatti Movin' too hotty (Movin' too hotty) 'Cause we came from the bottom (The bottom) Now we solvin' all our problems (Our problems) Crib got five stories, yeah, I live like a king 35 carats the ring 'cause ('Cause) Diamond cuts on my necklace I'm so expensive I been spendin' (Yeah) I'm young and reckless ('Less) I been havin', yeah If we all gettin' money, nigga, why are you hatin'? (Why are you hatin'?) If you ain't talkin' money, change the conversation (Change the conversation) Niggas know my name, ain't no false claimin' (Oh, oh) When I walk in the spot, niggas know who we are No, I ain't twirlin', we shootin' them stars

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)