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eddie b. & harry fraud - anywhere it takes me lyrics

ya’ll ain’t gonna learn it til the fifth blast
every photo different whip lash
surf school’, splish splash
styling on your b-tch -ss
born with this swagger
climbing up the ladder like a young mick jagger
i’m a rolling stone, better leave the boy alone
don’t let me in my zone’
i turn into david coen
a little bit of chin music, chico that’s a promise
these rappers bouncing over like they [?] thomas
this is the reason big [tony’s] a monster
load up the chromie like homie from cantra
blocka, take that to the grave!
this is what happens when they don’t behave
i said, blocka, take that to the chest
this is what happens when they disrespect
open your flesh like a doctor in surgery
i am not letting you blood suckers murder me
bang bang, chitty, chitty bang bang
stay the f-ck out of my lane and let me do my d-mn thing
boom bap, now what’s f-cking with that
da little chrome four five is a h-lluva gat
if her -ss real sat then i gotta say, ‘h-llo!’
take it to the crib and make it jiggle like it’s jello
shoot the place up like the homie carmello
dig into the cuchi make her face turn yellow!
i’m just keeping it trill
homie, there’s no lying
i’m rolling with the heat
pistol pete, nolan ryan
i’m just telling the truth, baby, there’s no ceilings
cut throat o.j., motherf-ck your feelings!

anywhere it takes me i will go!

take it back to the basics
we lace that track like asics
i’m’a give these haters nothing but a face lift
then i’m outie like an all black a6
hey, you wasn’t with us in the bas-m-nt
when we was struggling to get a little placement
my brother came up through the cracks in the pavement
and now you’re looking at the squad in amazement
hey, surf school entertainment!
f-ck you and the crew that you came with
that’s my word to my momma, i’m aiming the lama
at anyone dropping that lame sh-t, boy!
f-ck around and get -ss-ssinated
and by that i mean you gonna get decapitated!
da-da-da school of hard knocks where i graduated
all you p-ssy motherf-ckers get me aggravated!
lebanon don, turn them into wonton
you a d-ck rider homie go and get your pompons
let them know now, they don’t wanna throw down
hit them with the uppercut and dead’em in the first round
get it cracking like i’m packing the mack in the back of the acura
and now they’re trying to send me to attica
i’ll be flipping this, you know i’m ridiculous
everything is meticulous and i’m ready-ta ready-ta go!
wait a minute, baby gimme a breather
cause i’m about to hit the people with a bucket of ether
got you mother f-ckers looking like a puddle of pizza
i’m chef boyardee, brody, please to meet ya
your favorite mc, eddie b is a cheeba
i run through the track with the speed of a cheetah
and i don’t understand how these rappers are leaders
when they go both ways like julius caesar
you’re mumbling something i don’t understand
i’m smacking you cats with the back of my hand
the arabic man, i slaughter the lamb
the quarterback calling an audible plan
of course it’s a scam, they want me to fail
most of these rappers are dusty and frail
f-ck with me now, your homie is here
light up a doobie and open your ear

anywhere it takes me i will go!

- eddie b harry fraud lyrics

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