Lyrics
You know I just Don't get it, Last year I was nobody, This
year I'm sellin records, now everybody wants to come
around like I owe em somethin, what the up you want
from me? 10 millions pound, Get the up outta here you
see You see, I'm just Guy Kouame (Guy
Kouame)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about
me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a up before
All they did was doubt me (Did was
doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their
mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take
shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a rich won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big's skillers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Startin' see like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to skill N'Sync, don't get me started
These what hell' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this rich, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin'
A good old-fashioned passionate as-whoopin'
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken The New Kids on the
Block so a lotta did
Boy/girl groups make me
sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch
all you faggots in public
I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me
Said some see in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (na-na)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear
In faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (up' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you up' faggots the up out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a up' mile road south of 10
And I don't need help from A34 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Guy Anus? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get up in mine like you two little flamin' faggots You see, I'm just
You know I just Don't get it, Last year I was nobody, This
year I'm sellin records, now everybody wants to come
around like I owe em somethin, what the up you want
from me? 10 millions pound, Get the up outta here you
see You see, I'm just Guy Kouame (Guy
Kouame)
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about
me (Fuss about me)
Nobody ever gave a up before
All they did was doubt me (Did was
doubt me)
Now everybody wanna run their
mouth
And try to take shots at me (Take
shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a rich won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Looking for Big's skillers, dressin' ridiculous
Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin
Startin' see like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!)
An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
Whose instinct's to skill N'Sync, don't get me started
These what hell' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this rich, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars!
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent?
Whatever happened to catchin'
A good old-fashioned passionate as-whoopin'
And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken The New Kids on the
Block so a lotta did
Boy/girl groups make me
sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch
all you faggots in public
I'ma love it Vanilla Ice don't like me
Said some see in Vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (na-na)
I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear
In faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer
Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live 20 miles away (up' punks)
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you up' faggots the up out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out
After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a up' mile road south of 10
And I don't need help from A34 to beat up two females
In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Guy Anus? You damn right, slim anus
I don't get up in mine like you two little flamin' faggots You see, I'm just
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