Up before the Flesh Parade... The pretty faces... The bedroom eyes... The
pouting lips. The longing thighs say "Come in for a night, you won't
regret it - but don't make any plans". She likes a man, but a hand is just
as effective. A mutual need. No need to talk. No moonlit walks, no
sun-drenched beaches. Just a bed and just an alarm clock, says your time
is up. Go find another body (boy, girl) in the Flesh Parade.
The line-up never changes. And, sure, nobody's perfect. Just good at
Perfect crimes. We have the standard phrases; ask the time. How about
the weather? Don't care about the spots. My only interest is your mind.
(Got the time for a grind in the Flesh Parade?)[Swizz Beatz]
Yo stop the tape, hold on
Listen man, this Swizz
It's not a game, it's goin down
We ain't playin wit y'all
Scorpion, sting that ass
And we doin this for the.. two-thousand-and-one, let's rock
World, premiere
World, premiere
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it
Stop..
[Chorus 1: Swizz Beatz]
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
[Chorus 2: Swizz Beatz]
Now - ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
[Chorus 1]
[Eve]
Uhh, yo
Aiiyo, aiiyo
This the only record in the crate
The only shit worth playin
Swizz got niggaz screamin "Dog, you O-Din"
Do what I do best
Spit shit
You know me and Drag fit tight
But that goes without sayin
See you stallin on the floor
What you standin for?
Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash
What you ballin for?
Crabs that ain't got nuttin to add
What you callin for?
Ladies - this one's for you
Get ya party flowin right now
Baby, no time to relax
Niggaz tryna holla
Get the tag, yeah he eat that
And if he actin cheap
Then fuck 'em, you ain't need that
Send a bottle wit a note
Sip, get ya teeth wet
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Drag-On]
So niggaz where yo ladies at?
Ladies where yo niggaz at?
Killaz where yo clickaz at?
Took it, I won't give it back
Swallow this Cris while I
Get you where yo ribs is at
And yeah thats how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Shit, write my shit Drag
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold!
Crack a killa, can I sold?
Clap {*two claps*}
Clap twice {*two claps*}
I'm that nice
Ya funny faggots like
Bernie Mac in +Life+
Lets see y'all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come