Little Warrior

by Shea Rose

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Shea Rose
"Little Warrior"
www.shearose.com
Little Warrior Records
A Wiidope Production

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released 02 August 2011

Performer: Shea Rose
Songwriters: Shea Rose/Kofi Owusu-Ofori/Carl Seanté McGrier II/Kyuwon 'Q' Kim/Daniel Rose
Composer: Wiidope Music Production Group, Shea Rose Music
Arranger: Wiidope Music Production Group, Shea Rose Music

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Shea Rose Boston, Massachusetts

2012 Boston Music Awards Winner, Artist of the Year, Pop/R&B

2012 SESAC Award for collaboration on Grammy Winning Jazz Album, The Mosaic Project

2011 Boston Music Awards Winner, Artist of the Year, R&B/Soul/Urban Contemporary

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Track Name: Power (Rockstars & Posers)
Intro:
Is y’all ready?
Get on your fuckin’ feet
It’s Shea Rose!!!

Verse:
I’m livin’ in the 21st century
Superstar on the rise
My eyes on the prize as I’m climbin’ to the top
A little wing warrior armed ready to fly
I’m guided by the sun, I’m not blinded by your lies
Mr. Mr. teach me your philosophy
Like how to spread my lips ejaculate hypocrisy
All this seduction, corruption and mass consumption and frontin’
Celebrity and you ain’t doin’ nothin’

Chorus:
Ain’t no way y’all can all be rock stars, pop-star, rappers, y’all actin’
Stop actin’ standin’ ovation clap em’
I never seen so many rock star posers, pop stars, rappers, y’all actin’
Stop actin’ standiin’ ovation clap em’
Track Name: Janis Joplin (Superstar Rock Ladies)
Janis Joplin Interview Snippet
Dick Cavett Show 1969 – ABC TV

Dick Cavett:
Not Bad. Well here we are together again at last by popular demand. How are you? Anyway it’s good to see ya. Hey, why is it? I was thinking about it the other day, there aren’t very many of you. By this I mean. No. No I mean. Superstar rock ladies like yourself uh…

Janis Joplin:
I don’t know why. I always wondered because it seems so natural to me. But ummm…I don’t know its not feminine maybe that’s why. I mean to get down and really get into music. Get on the bottom side of the music instead of floating around on the top like most sing, chick singers do. I think they “oooh oooh oooh” on the top of the melody instead of getting into the feeling of the music
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Track Name: Rockstar 201
“Rockstar 201”

Intro:
I told ya
I, I, I told ya baby, baby
I, I, I told ya
(Shea Rose)
I, I, I told ya baby
(Shea Rose)
I, I, I told ya baby
(Shea Rose)
I, I, I told ya baby
(Shea Rose)
I, I, I told ya baby
(Shea Rose)
I, I, I told ya

Verse:
Aight bottles on you and yes I’ma drink it
Can’t get in my draws
What the _________ is you thinkin’?
Makin’ sure this Shea Rose ship is never sinkin’
Yes I am a legend, I am Legend Will Smithin’
Damn right I drove!
Tell me how you getting’ home?
Yes your fine but I heard that pick up line before
Tu no entiendo I think you should buy Rosetta Stone
Yes I know I am the sweetest thing you ever known
Bout to go Janet Jackson nasty on you __________
All I needs a half time show and t*tty trinkets
Super shiney lip gloss
A CoverGirl picture
Bet Awards night couldn’t have been sicker
Y’all know them? Well, “f” it me either
So I dedicate this line to peeps that never stopped believin’
It wouldn’t be the first time I done it, number one it
I’m the rockstar on the scene bitch I run it (uh)

Chorus:
Baby I’m a rockstar
Oh baby I’m a rockstar
Big city
(Big city)
Big lights
(Bright lights)
Sleep all day
(All day)
Up all night

Verse:
(Uh) one thing I know is I won’t wait for love in vain
Cause I know I got that sh*t makes these _______ wanna stay
And they tell me I’m they wifey
I know better then that its just game
Its that ooh la Gaga Fame
And I’m ready for that I been trained
I’m the blue-print for the change
I know you seen the posters
Winning at this shit like Barack and Oprah
If you really cannot see me won’t you come a little closer
You can catch some of my swagger as I brush it off my shoulders
So I’m walking through the city with my high heels on
Can you see me can you be me you can try dream on
If you wanna hear my new hit turn your iPod on
If you thinkin’ I’m the shit wait til you hear the, hear the song
I’m already Essence
Next year I’ll be in Vogue
My pretty girl swagger got me feelin’ real bold
It’s about time you admit it
I’m no gimmick
I’m that new chick sing and spit it
I’m authentic (Uh)

Bridge:
I know way to many people here right now that I didn’t know last year who the “f” are y’all. I swear it feels like the last few nights we’ve been everywhere and back but I just can’t remember it all. What am I doin’? What am I doin’? Oh yeah that’s right I’m doin’ me. I’m doin’ me. I’m livin’ life right now man and this what I’ma do til its over, til its over

Chorus:
Oh baby I’m a rockstar
Oh baby I’m a rockstar
Big city
(Big city)
Big lights
(Bright lights)
Sleep all day
(All day)
Up all night

Baby I’m a rockstar
(Eh, eh, eh)
Oh baby I’m a rockstar
(Eh, eh, eh)
Big city
(Big city)
Big lights
(Bright lights)
Sleep all day
Up all night
Hey eh eh

Oh baby I’m ah (Repeats 6X)
Freakin’ Rockstar!!!
Track Name: Soul Glo Radio (feat. MC $%^#@)
Intro:
Just let your soul glo
Just let it shine through
Just let your soul glo baby
Feelin’ oh so..

Announcer: Thank you, thank you welcome back. Ah today ah talkin’ to a former female rap artist ah…..

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) Ummm

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) Former! Excuse me

Announcer: I’m sorry ah current female rapper artist umm…

MC $%^#@ (Interrupts): That’s what I thought, that’s what I thought.

Announcer: The viewers would like to know your name. What your name?

MC $%^#@: That’s what I thought

Announcer: Your name please?

MC $%^#@: Excuse me!

Announcer: Your name?

MC $%^#@: MC $%^#@ is my name

Announcer: MC $%^#@ umm today’s show we are talkin’ about female rap artist and there’s a new upcoming buzz about this this Shea Rose rapper umm I’ve heard her music and happen to like it myself. I listen to it from time to time working out.

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) Yeah working out okay, that’s what I thought. That’s what I thought.

Announcer: Umm you know what, how do you feel about her?

MC $%^#@: That’s what I thought. Umm she’s aight. I mean you know aight you know workin’ out, that’s a good place to listen to her.

Announcer: Is it workin’ out for you? I mean her style its uh…its something else!

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) Yeah it is something else. It’s not me! And that’s what I’m sayin’! You know all that stuff she did. I was doin’ first! The Afro! The “I’m the Shit!” The “Dumb Boys!”

Announcer: (Interrupts) Okay Okay Okay…

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) That was my stuff!!! That’s what I thought. That’s what I thought!

Announcer: (Interrupts) Okay Okay you say that…

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) That’s what I thought!

Announcer: You don’t have anything current going on I mean…

MC $%^#@: (Interrupts) Current! I am the truth! That’s what I thought.

Announcer: Okay the truth, I thought that was Paul Pierce, but anyways umm what are you, what are you doing with your career now? I mean now if your saying that she stole your style?


MC $%^#@: Well right now, I got stuff goin’ on. I been you know with my boys I been getting beats,

Announcer: (Interrupts) I been getting beats

MC $%^#@: You know putting beats together. I been, I been writing stuff. My boy has you know a studio down in his basement so when his mothers not home you know we can record…we don’t want you know….

Announcer: (Interrupts) Okay so studio, basement touring so is that where your first show is? In the basement? Uh Rap City?

MC $%^#@: This is what I’m sayin’ people come around and they have attitudes. They don’t know me. You don’t know me! You don’t’ know me!

Announcer: (Interrupts) I mean do you know who I am?

MC $%^#@: You don’t know me!

Announcer: Okay

MC $%^#@: That’s what I thought!

Announcer: I don’t think I want to!
Track Name: I'm The Sh*t
Verse:
I don’t really care that you drive fast cars and ya gotta Bugati in your garage
I don’t really care that you got mad girls and ya gotta private jet to fly around the world
(Ha) I don’t really care about ya entourage, ya bank account or what ya think about
I don’t really care about ya magic stick, I need a dollah boy ya just fifty cent

Chorus:
Cause I’m the Shit!
(wiidope)
I don’t want to swear but I swear that I know I’m the
Cause I’m the Shit
(Shea Rose)
I don’t want to swear, but I swear
(Get em Shea)

Verse:
I don’t really care that ya on a team you’re a all star player in magazines
I don’t really care your in VIP chillin’ wit ya homeboys sippin’ bubbly
And I don’t really care that you’re a billionaire and you can put my house inside your crib
I don’t really care cause you’s a square can’t fit in my circle get up out of here

Chorus:
Cause I’m the Shit
I don’t want to swear but I swear that I know I’m the
Cause I’m the Shit
I don’t want to swear, but I swear that I know I’m the
Cause I’m the Shit

Breakdown:
(I’m so fly)
(So smooth)
(I’m so cool)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
(I’m so fly)
(So cool)
(So smooth)
(So killin’)

Rap:
5’2”
Top model bangin’
Yeah I’m braggin’ but only sayin’ shit ya thinkin’
She’s a Roxstar
Cover Girl Breezy
But I beat a bitch ass
Louis call me ask me where I got my boots at?
Gucci call me ask me where I got my bag at?
Next they prolly ask me where I got my style at
So they can hang it on a rack for chics to swag jack

Chorus:
Cause I’m the Shit!
(I’m so fly)
(So smooth)
(So cool)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
(I’m so fly)
(So cool)
(So smooth)
(So killin’)

BRIDGE:
(Ooooh)
Tonight I don’t need to hear ya tell me that ya games so tight
(Ooooh)
I’m a dime you can keep ya two cents spend it on a pick up line
(Ooooh)
Can I get in that
(Ooooh)
In them baby phats
(Ooooh)
Yo my money stack
(Ooooh)
And my crib is phat
(Ooooh)
Girl you feelin’ that?
Oh boy your so wack!

I, I don’t really care that you drive fast cars
(I, I, I don’t’ really care I don’t care)
I don’t really care that you got mad girls
(I, I, I don’t’ really care I don’t care)

I don’t want to swear but I swear that I know that I’m the shit
(I’m so fly)
(So smooth)
(I’m so cool)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
(I’m so fly)
(So cool)
(So smooth)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
Track Name: Ralph Waldo Emerson (Self Reliance)
Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.
Track Name: Missionary Position (feat. Christel & K.O.)
“Missionary Position (feat. Christel & K.O.)”
Intro:
Mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary
I think we should
Mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary
Do it face to face

Verse: (Shea)
Mission here
Crystal clear
Mr. BP left a stain
Drill baby drill was here
How we raise our daughters
We watch The Hills
Attention deficit disorder
Pop pop a Pill
(You can't get it up)

Next on Dr. Phil
If you let him climb on top
And let it spill
(Comes on at eight)
For a public thrill
Don't take it from the back
Face to face is ill

Pre-Chorus
Take a look inside
Is somethin’ missin’
Is somethin’ missin’
See if somethin’ missin’

See I'm just trying to say we need to change the mission
What's your position?
Missionary position

Chorus
They got you wit your legs up thighs wide
Head board bangin’
Got got your ass singin’ in the
Mission, mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary eh
Don't let ‘em get you on the
Couch, sink, bathroom at Burger King
Gon' flip the scene
And make em' scream
Put em' in the
Mission, mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary eh

Verse: (Shea)
Oh oh oh
Oh that cat done got ya tongue
Get your man on top
And don't stop
Til you feel your body's got enough
Ride on high but let your ego pop
Pop pop a little
Rock rock and work the drizzle
And when you runnin’ in circles
Step out the tri tri triangle
Listen to me now
Do what you wanna do
But don't get got
When it get got in you
Didn't mama tell you bout the golden rule
Start with the basics 1 & 2
Eye in eye speak eye to eye
Can't see what's true
When it's from behind
So what you stand for when you're layin’ down
What's your position? Lock it down

Pre-Chorus:
Take a look inside
Is somethin’ missin’
(Somethin’ missin’)
Is somethin’ missin’
See if somethin’ missin’
(Somethin’ missin’)

See I'm just trying to say we need to change the mission
What's your position?
Missionary position

Verse: (Christel)
You bubble-wrapped and lubricated using Citgo.
But this is that raw-dog, bound to have you sick flow.
Rihanna dominate with S&M, be blinded then
But me, I'm more like Drake, cuz while they whining, I be grinding it
And coming with all kinds of flips, screwing with your confidence
think you got maneuvers, yet you dick-pic for approval
and the virtual got you searching for sanity in handles
Once that sperm hit that egg, we all nuts, we all scrambled.
Flows like a river. Swallow my tributaries.
Before you jump to positions, revisit your missionary.

Chorus:
They got you with your legs up thighs wide
Head board bangin’ got got your ass singin’ in the
Mission, mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary eh
Don't let ‘em get you on the
Couch, sink bathroom at Burger King
Gon' flip the scene
And make em' scream
Put em' in the
Mission, mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary eh

Verse: (K.O.)
Okay okay they got you got you got you stuck in the missionary
Laguna Beach is how you get your vocabulary
Fall victim to the system cause you a yellow belly
You bend over and take it with no petroleum jelly
Why why why why you listenin’ to everyone
News and politicians keep waxin’ it like they Daniel Son
Bendin’ you up and smack smackin’ it like a wrestler
Pinnin’ like a debitor
Killin’ it like a predator
Naw ninja flip it and hit it on the regular

(Yeah Oh!)
Chorus
They got you with your legs up thighs wide
(Leg, Up, Thighs, Wide, Wide)
Head board bangin’ got got your ass singin’ in the
Mission, mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary eh
(Oh oh)
Don't let them get you on the
(Got your ass singin’ in the)
Couch, sink bathroom at Burger King
(Say they got your ass singin’ in the)
Gon' flip the scene
And make em' scream
Put em' in the
Mission, mission, mission ary eh ary eh eh ary ary eh
Oh! Oh!
(Position)
Outro:
I’m gonna get you in
Eh
I’m gonna get you in the
Eh
I’m gonna get you in the
Position
Track Name: ExtraOrdinary Girl
Intro:
(Beat Boxing w/ doo doo’s)
Oh yeah!
Hell yeah!

Chorus:
I say extra extra read all about it
I rock the mic ain’t no doubt about it
Cause I'm extra
I'm feelin’ extra
I'm gonna bless ya (What Ha)

I say extra extra read all about it
If you're feeling extra
Stand up and out shout it
Cause your extra
You're feeling extra
I'm gonna bless ya (Ha)

Verse:
Check it
Gonna flip it like a magician
That turns a dove into a unicorn
Like a kid in a candy store
Umpa Loompa dooo ba di di
Something sweet for your taste bud area
Like X-men three storm
I'm gon light you up
Twist you up
Chubby checker style ha
I'm something different
A girl in this world like Gwen Stefani
Searching for my destiny ha
It's destiny

Chorus:
Say extra extra read all about it
I rock the mic ain’t no doubt about it
Cause I'm extra
I'm feelin’ extra
I'm gonna bless ya (What ha)

I say extra extra read all about it
If you're feelin’ extra
Stand up and out shout it
Cause your extra
You're feeling extra
I'm gonna bless ya (Ha)

Verse:
Uh and I can be my own band leader
Cheerleader, drum-beater
I don't really care what anybody
Do d do d do do d do
I say doin’ on they tracks
Slap an S On My chest for Supafly
So fresh am I
Gonna give you somethin’ to somethin’
To make you move it and groove it
Cause I'm the flyest girl
Gonna get you going wild wild now
Gonna get you going ha
Gonna get you
Gonna get you

Extra extra read all about it
I rock the mic ain’t no doubt about it
Cause I'm extra
I'm feelin’ extra
I'm gonna bless ya (What Ha)

I say extra extra read all about it
If you're feeling extra
Stand up and out shout it
Cause your extra
You're feeling extra
I'm gonna bless ya (Ha)

(Doo doo’s – Repeat)

Talk:
This is a Shea Rose and wiidope production
Please stay tuned because
Well, it's only gonna get hotter from here
Track Name: "S" On My Chest (Remix)
Verse:
(Uh Oh)
I'm findin’ telephone numbers
Lipstick stains on your shirt not my color
(You know)
Let's take it back to last summer
That chick named Donna
That chick named Anna
(Uh oh)
And now you're out there again
How this shhh ends
Well that all just depends
(You know)
That I'm slicker than the average
Aint gon' be your side piece
Test me I'mma handle it

Pre-Chorus:
So I see now what you want from me (want from me)
You wanna see me climb buildings knock down walls but
Why you always push me to extremes
And Imma give you what came to see (came to see)
But first I’d better warn you
It ain’t gonna be pretty

Chorus:
Why you always gotta put us through the test?
Why I always gotta save you from yourself?
Why you keep on making me wish I didn't have?
This S On My Chest

Why you keep on making things into a mess?
Why you keep on making regrets?
Every time I turn around need my S On My Chest

Verse:
(Uh Oh)
Where you going with your act boy
I can't take you back
Did I stutter, stutter
(You know)
That you had so many chances
This time is the end and I don't wanna make amends

(Uh Oh)
I am the best you ever had
Can't find another chick that got swagger like mine
(You know)
Ms. Free and independent
Don't come here with that bullshhh
Test me Imma handle it

Pre-Chorus:
So I see now what you want from me (want from me)
You wanna see me climb buildings knock down walls but
Why you always push me to extremes
And Imma give you what came to see (came to see)
But first I’d better warn you
It ain’t gonna be pretty


Chorus:
Why you always gotta put us through the test?
Why I always gotta save you from yourself?
Why you keep on making me wish I didn't have ?
This S On My Chest

Why you keep on making things into a mess?
Why you keep on making regrets?
Every time I turn around need my S On My Chest?

Bridge
I guarantee you won't get very far
I'm never gonna let you break my heart
With your lying and your cheating and always deceiving

I’ll walk away and I’ll have no regrets
But I'll have my self-respect
And you can keep your S for stress
Cause I don't wanna deal with you no more
But first I bet I'll warn you it aint gonna be pretty

Chorus:
Why you always gotta put us through the test?
Why I always gotta save you from yourself?
Why you keep on making me wish I didn't have ?
This S On My Chest
Why you keep on making things into a mess?
Why you keep on making regrets?
Every time I turn around need my S On My Chest
Track Name: Dumb Boys (Cesar Gonzalez Remix)
Intro: (Dumb Boys Vocal Effect)

Chorus:
Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back??

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back??

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Verse:
Dumb Boys
Dumb, Dumb Boys
Why you let me break your heart again
Don’t you know that I was playing?
My smile got under your skins
You caught up and mesmerized
And One looks you caught butterflies
And now you take me shoppin’
And says that you are fallin’
All, all, all, deep, deep in love
Have some pride and pick yourself up
Cause I’m the player, I’m the dame
Heartless and I ain’t ashamed

Chorus:
Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back?

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back?

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Verse:
Dumb Boys
Dumb, Dumb Boys
Why you let me break your in two
Nah I don’t feel sorry for you
But here’s a bandage for your boo boo
Now you heart me and that’s fine
Well here’s a ticket boy stand in line
I can’t picture it you and I
Fireplace and the sunny skies
Cause I’m star shine
I’m stellar
You in the darkroom waiting to develop
Like Britney head bald I’m fed up
Like Octa-mom with no fella
And yes I’ll take it this far
Here’s a stick for you to handle it
Nah not the thing you playin’ wit
I know you can’t get enough of me
Huh!
And my pink stilettos the way my fro blow
In the summer breeze skirt above the knee
But just stop jockin’ me please
Don’t want to be your wifey

Chorus:
Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back?

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back?

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Bridge:
Dumb Boy
You know that you need to keep steppin’
I can’t take no more so why you keep on sweatin’ me?
Hover me, smother me, thought of you bothers me
Even when you dream I know that you follow me
Dialing me frantically
Helpless romantically
I can’t believe you thought you had a chance with me
What you think that you and me were meant to be?
Dumb Boy ha!
You can’t step up to me

Chorus:
Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back?

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
Why you keep callin’ me back?

Dumb Boys
Dumb Boys
I think that you’re so very

Outro: Dumb Boys Vocal Effect
Track Name: Jungle Fever (Interlude)
Intro: CWB4 with your host Whitney Maggot

Whitney: Hello Ladies and Gentlemen
I'm Whitney Maggot, CWB4
Good Evening
There is a huge pandemic
It's a virus
It's just getting into me
I don't really have much
It sounds something it's like uh like uh
Jungle Jungle Fever
I'm going to toss to my colleague Tim Jenkins
Tell us about this Jungle Fever

Tim: That's right
Thank you Whitney
I'm down here on Collins St. (mmhmm)
I'm speaking with a Sam (Sam: that's right)
Sam uh how do you feel about this (Sam: how do I feel) uh Jungle Fever

Sam: Let me ask you a question
You ever seen a dove
Fly with a bunch of pigeons
Nope
You ain't seen that
You know why
Cause it aint supposed to happen that's why

Whitney: Jonathan hurry up and get the kids from school
Thank you, I'm sorry folks
So the real question is
How is this fever being spread
Is it airborne
Is it in the water supply
Is it in the food supply
What's going on here?
Is the question wii all have
I have to toss to Trevor
Trevor what's going on down there

Trevor: Alright Big ups Whitney
Right now me downtown with a fine piece of ivory soap
Go by the name of Sally
Sally how you doing tonight

Sally: Hey Trevor
I feel great
I watch you every night on the news

Trevor: Ah that's right
Respect
Most blessings to me
How you feel about the fever baby?

Sally: I mean I don't know why everybody's
All in a crazy like mess for I mean
I was doing black dudes before this f*****g
Oh can I say that I'm sorry (Trevor: that's alright baby)
I don't know like I've had the fever for a long time
And like I'm cool with it

Trevor: Yeah I think it's great too
How you feel about me baby?

Sally: I mean Trevor like I said
I watch you every night on the news

Trevor: Yeah we should go somewhere right now

Sally: Well I have to go right now

Trevor: No right now

Sally: My man Wahkeem is waiting

Trevor: Yeah right now

Sally: Oh ok

Sanchez: Excuse me uh Senorita

Whitney: Jonathan I have to go

Sanchez: Uh Ms. Maggot, wii live right now, I recording now

Whitney: Oh yes, Sorry this is Whitney
Oh my gosh
You look so hot
Your buttermilk skin
And Ricky Martin Lips are
I'm F*****g infected (gasp)

British Chick: Oh my gosh
That's my colleague Whitney
She couldn't even toss to me
I'm here with Mr. Hank Wafflehouse McWilliams
And apparently

Hank: Get away from her

British Chick: I'm getting this in
The numbers are growing
It seems like nine out of ten Americans
Have been infected with Jungle Fever
Mr. McWilliams (Hank: Hi) How are you (Hank: I'm doing fine)
How do you feel about this Jungle Fever Pandemic

Hank: Ahh well you know I came here
to pick up my son William
And he's all rolling around on the floor over there
With the little colored girl with the sensitive looking hair
And you know um it's just uh it's different for me you know
Growing up this was so forbidden you know
It's forbidden, gross
Now I gotta worry about him coming home with a little
Mixed looking baby
A little cinnamon thing
I mean I guess I just

British Chick: Ahh ok ok Mr.
I have to cut back to Whitney here
I'm getting word that she's together in the studio
And she’s ready to actually have a conversation

Whitney: Oh Sanchez

Sanchez: Senorita Maggie, do you promise me you're not going to tell your husband what we did?

Whitney: As long as you don't tell him about Tyrone in the mail room

Tyrone: Ey yo Ms. Maggie, I got a package for ya

Whitney: I'll be right there Tyrone
Track Name: Jungle Fever
Intro:
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Jungle Fever Jungle Fever
Hey Hey Hey Hey
Jungle Fever Jungle Fever

I Got It
I Got It (Yup)
You Got It
You Got It (Yup)
She Got It
He Got It (Yup)
We Got it
We Got it (Yup)

Verse:
Hot Hot
Oh So Hot
I wonder what chu got
In that package you brought
Mr. D.H. L, fine as hell
I wonder if he's packin packin
More than the mail
Cause the fever's movin'
The fever's makin’ me
Got my body shakin’
Jungle Fever spreadin’ all over the place
And the cure that I need is under your waist

Pre-Chorus:
Oh you know I like the way he roll his r's
Oh he got a swagger that he can't turn off
Oh he got a little bit of everything
Caucasian, Asian, Brazilian, Sicilian

Oh you know I like em NFL tough
Lawd he got a body like a gladiator
Damn a Frech Dip never taste so good
But no matter what the flavor
It's only human nature

Chorus:
Jungle Fever
Turn ya hottie body
Right into a believer
Got ya body shakin' like ya having a seizure
Temperature is hot
I think you got a little fever
Fever (x2)

Rap Verse:
My My blue-eyed boy Bobby
Rock rockin' is his hobby
He played the G string
On my chocolate body

He's part surfer dude
Part hip-hop
A little Tommy Lee
The way his woodstock and

My Puerto Rican Ricky
He's such a hot lover
We make hot Tamales
Underneath the covers

I like to eat him up
Like a bag of mixed nuts
I like my bad boys in all flavors
I can't get enough and

DJ Kwon
He got it going on
Spin the track baby
All night long
Knows how to drop the beat
And how to pick it up
You think he's slowing down
And then he speeds it up

I ain’t never hated
Always appreciate
Every color, every flavor
I s-s-s savor
Diggin’ on my recipe
But they can't get the best of me
Cause I'm the Rockin Rose
Mrs. Rockity Rock

I'm such a sexy bunny
watch me hoppity hop
I got the

I'm such a sexy bunny
watch me hoppity hop
I got the

Chorus (1x)

Bridge:
Couldn't care less
Where he comes from
Or even his ethnicity
Cause all I know
Is that he brings the
Animal right out of me

Touch me on my donkey (Yeah Yeah)
Tongue me down like a froggy (Yeah Yeah)
Rough me round like doggy (Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Hung like Mighty Joe Young
So so beastly

Pre-Chorus:


(Hey Hey Hey Hey)
(Jungle Fever Jungle Fever)
(Hey Hey Hey Hey)
(Jungle Fever Jungle Fever)

Chorus (1x)

Vamp:
I Got The Fever
You Got The Fever
She Got The Fever
He Got The Fever
Us Got The Fever
Them Got The Fever
They Got The Fever
We all Got The Fever (x2)
Track Name: Go So Hard (Little Warrior)
Intro:
I go (I go)
I go (I go)
No matter the road (No matter the road)
I go
I go (I go)
Go So Hard

(Adlibs)
So hard
No matter what they can even say or do

Rap:
A Little Warrior
On the rise
Spread my wings and embrace the sky
To the dream clouders and doubters
And all the liars

To my mother who told me to keep my head up and
Fly
What you doing with your life
Crawl before you walk
And then you run and take flight

Truth, courage, honor, light
Go so hard you only got one life
Live

Chorus:
No matter what they can even say or do
I go so hard
Sky's no limit
No matter the road
No matter the rules
I go so hard
I go so hard
Track Name: Missionary Position Remix (feat. Raheem Jamal)
Intro: I think we should do it face to face – Ha!

Verse:
Mission here
Crystal clear
Mr. BP left a stain
Drill baby drill was here
How we raise our daughters
We watch The Hills
Attention deficit disorder
Pop pop a pill
(You can't get it up)

Next on Dr. Phil
If you let him climb on top
And let it spill
(Comes on a eight)
For a public thrill
Don't take it from the back
Face to face is ill

Pre-Chorus:
Take a look inside
Is somethin’ missin’
Is somethin’ missin’
See if somethin’ missin’
See I'm just trying to say we need to change the mission
What's your position?
Missionary position

Chorus:
They got you with your legs up
Thighs wide
Head board b-board bangin
Don't let them get you on the
Couch, sink
Bathroom at Burger King
Gon' flip the scene
And make em' scream
Put em' in the


Mission M-Mission
M-Missionary a-ary a-ary
Put em' in the
Mission M-Mission
M-Missionary a-ary a-ary
Put em' in the
Mission M-Mission
M-Missionary a-ary a-ary
Put em' in the
ary a-ary
M-Missionary

Verse:
Oh oh oh
Oh that cat done got ya tongue
Get your man on top
And don't stop
Til you feel your body's got enough
Ride on high but let your ego pop
Pop pop pop a little
Rock rock and work the drizzle
And when you run in the circle
Step out the tri tri triangle
Listen to me now

Do what you wanna do
But don't get got
When it get got in you
Didn't mama tell you bout the golden rule
Start with the basics 1 & 2
Eye in eye speak eye to eye
Can't see what's true
When it's from behind
So what you stand for when you're laying down
What's your position lock it down

Pre-Chorus:
Take a look inside
Is somethin’ missin’
Is somethin’ missin’
See if somethin’ missin’
See I'm just trying to say we need to change the mission
What's your position?
Missionary position

Chorus:
They got you with your legs up
Thighs wide
Head board b-board bangin
Don't let them get you on the
Couch, sink
Bathroom at Burger King
Gon' flip the scene
And make em' scream
Put em' in the

Mission M-Mission
M-Missionary a-ary a-ary
Put em' in the
Mission M-Mission
M-Missionary a-ary a-ary
Put em' in the
Mission M-Mission
M-Missionary a-ary a-ary
Put em' in the
ary a-ary
M-Missionary

Rap: (Raheem Jamal)
Uh You like it raw huh
Baby don't fake it
I don't ask for sh*t
I take it

Eye to eye
Face to face
It's your favorite
Banging
Position Mission of the matrix

A New world
But the orders rather ancient
Or even alien
I haven't quite placed it
Google map
Eagle eye see you naked
A little freaky
But reality aint it

Pre-Chorus:
Take a look inside
Is somethin’ missin’
Is somethin’ missin’
See if somethin’ missin’
See I'm just trying to say we need to change the mission
What's your position?
Missionary position

Chorus:
They got you with your legs up
Thighs wide
Head board b-board bangin
Don't let them get you on the
Couch, sink
Bathroom at Burger King
Gon' flip the scene
And make em' scream
Put em' in the
Track Name: I'm the Sh*t (Extended Version)
Verse:  
I don’t really care that you drive fast cars and ya gotta Bugati in your garage
I don’t really care that you got mad girls and ya gotta private jet to fly around the world
(Ha) I don’t really care about ya entourage, ya bank account or what ya think about
I don’t really care about ya magic stick, I need a dollah boy ya just fifty cent
 
Chorus:
Cause I’m the Shit!
(wiidope)
I don’t want to swear but I swear that I know I’m the
Cause I’m the Shit
(Shea Rose)
 I don’t want to swear, but I swear
(Get em Shea)
 
Verse:
I don’t really care that ya on a team you’re a all star player in magazines
 I don’t really care your in VIP chillin’ wit ya homeboys sippin’ bubbly
And I don’t really care that you’re a billionaire and you can put my house inside your crib
 I don’t really care cause you’s a square can’t fit in my circle get up out of here
 
Chorus:
Cause I’m the Shit
I don’t want to swear but I swear that I know I’m the  
Cause I’m the Shit
I don’t want to swear, but I swear that I know I’m the
Cause I’m the Shit
 
Breakdown:
(I’m so fly)
(So smooth)
(I’m so cool)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
(I’m so fly)
(So cool)
(So smooth)
(So killin’)
 
Rap:
See the face
See the waist who she is right
Name Shea Rose toast your glass high
Listenin’ pimpin’ I’m the sugar honey ice tea
I don’t sweat em bcuz oh I think they like me  
Louis call me ask me where I got my boots at?
Gucci call me ask me where I got my bag at?
Next they prolly ask me where I got my style at
So they can hang it on a rack for chics to swag jack
5’2” 
Top model bangin’
Yeah I’m braggin’ but only sayin’ shit ya thinkin’
She’s a Roxstar
Cover Girl Breezy
But I beat a bitch ass
%^&*$!
Come see me
A mil like weezy
Without barbeezy
That ‘s just too easy
Go on take a sniff
I gotcha nose open
Yeah my shit stinks
Like a bed of Roses
 
Chorus:
Cause I’m the Shit!
(I’m so fly)
(So smooth)
(So cool)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
(I’m so fly)
(So cool)
(So smooth)
(So killin’)

BRIDGE:
(Ooooh)
Tonight I don’t need to hear ya tell me that ya games so tight
(Ooooh)
I’m a dime you can keep ya two cents spend it on a pick up line
(Ooooh)
Can I get in that
(Ooooh)
In them baby phats
(Ooooh)
Yo my money stack
(Ooooh)
And my crib is phat
(Ooooh)
Girl you feelin’ that?
Oh boy your so wack!
 
I, I don’t really care that you drive fast cars
(I, I, I don’t’ really care I don’t care)
I don’t really care that you got mad girls
(I, I, I don’t’ really care I don’t care)

I don’t want to swear but I swear that I know that I’m the shit
(I’m so fly)
(So smooth)
(I’m so cool)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit
(I’m so fly)
(So cool)
(So smooth)
(So killin’)
Cause I’m the Shit