MAKE IT RAIN, BABY! (A SONG WRITTEN BY TINA “KNOWLEDGEABLE” PEDEN)


(A club anthem for all of the rappers in the world!)

 

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Rappers, king of clubland,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Champagne in their hand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Surrounded by entourage with contraband,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Big booty’s bouncin’ to music of the houseband,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Clothes, grillz and jewelry all blinged out including timberlands,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Fat stacks of cash thrown in air, flutter, then they land,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Patrons yell excitedly, “That’s fifty grand!”

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Strippers fill up money in their g-string waistbands,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Other staffers also take home a thousand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Rapper’s perform hit songs at mic stand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Crowd goes wild, club looks like a multi-colored wasteland,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-I’m the best damn rapper in the world, ya’ll better recognize and understand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Later, sex with strippers who can do many a handstand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-V.I.P. private parties that cater to a rapper’s every demand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Jealous fools in the club insult and try to reprimand,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-Posse carries rapper’s swag to the limo featuring only the best name brands,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,

-So many damn perks can’t even count on twenty hands,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Ooooh,Se

-Rappin’s the best damn job in the world it’s like a modern day wonderland,

-So make it rain, baby,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Make it rain, baby,

-Make it rain, baby,

(Fade out)

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THE SUCCESSFUL SONGWRITER’S MOTTO!


-It could be the dumbest song in the world,
-Who the hell cares,
-Just as long as you get off your butt and write it,
-Just as long as you pour your heart and soul into it,
-Just as long as you personally like it,
-It don’t have to be rocket science honey,
-Now put your Sara Bareilles “Brave” underwear on and put it out there,
-And you never know,
-One person out there may really vibe with it,
-And another one out there may actually even buy it,
-But even if the public don’t buy your hardworked on song,
-Remember you did everything right and not a damn thing wrong,
-You accomplished something alot of others couldn’t which is you wrote a song,
-And whether you did it sober or sucking on a Denver Colorado marijuana bong,
-Girl or boy, you are so strong,
-And you have one big fucking dong,
-So honey do a twirl and move along,
-And write your next hit, bomb, brilliant or crappy-ass next song!

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SCONES & TEA!


Verse 1:

-More tea, my lady,
-Thank you, mummy,
-You look beautiful in that frock from my wardrobe, my lady,
-Thank you, mummy,
-Do you need to go to the loo, my lady,
-No thank you, mummy,
-Time to check the chocolate chip scones from the oven, my lady,
-Must you really, mummy,
-Do you want them to burn, my lady,
-Now you’re really being cheeky, mummy,

Chorus:

-Scones and tea,
-Make me feel like aristocratic royalty,
-Having so much fun with mummy,
-Keep playing forever with me,
-At my fairy tale afternoon tea party, 
-Build mummy/daughter cherished memory,
-In photo album for all the world to see,
-Happy Mother’s Day, I love you mummy,

Verse 2:

-Do you want to do the waltz now, my lady,
-Yes I do, daddy,
-Do you want me to fight that big ol’ dragon now, my lady,
-Yes I do, daddy,
-Do you want me to crown you with this pink tiara now, my lady,
-Yes I do, daddy,
-After all of this hard work can I get some hugs and kisses from you now, my lady,
-Is it something that you feel strongly about and truly need from me, daddy,
-Good god yes, my beloved and extremely cheeky little lady,
-Then I shall come forth and proceed but since we still have lots to do I will make it quick, daddy,

Chorus:

-Scones and tea,
-Make me feel like aristocratic royalty,
-Having so much fun with daddy,
-Keep playing forever with me,
-At my fairy tale afternoon tea party, 
-Build daddy/daughter cherished memory,
-In photo album for all the world to see,
-Happy Father’s Day, I love you daddy,

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QUESTIONS POP CULTURE STYLE!


-Why do people who call themselves fashion experts always dress so badly?
-Why is it that even when you are careful you still spill stuff on your clean clothes?
-Why does the mailman always deliver important packages to you when you are gone?
-Why do parents say “i’m doing this because I love you” right before they punish you?
-Why is it that when you really want a cold drink there is only one ice cube in the ice tray?
-Why is it that whenever you are watching something good on tv the phone rings?
-Why is it that when you have to poop in a public place someone is always around?
-Why must Hollywood remake kick-ass old movies into crappy-ass bad ones? 

-Hmmm,
-Question, questions in my mind,
-I sometimes ponder them all the time,
-Seeking ways on how to solve them,
-But if I cant, no biggie, no real sin,
-But if I can, I really do feel that I win,
-So bring it on questions, i’m smart, kingpin,
-Perplextion to reflection, questions, let the mind games begin! 

-Why does your menstrual period always come down when you are wearing white clothing? 
-Why can’t there be more clever word play in songs like “Don’t it make my brown eyes blue?” 
-Why didn’t any of the skanks on Sex and the City get HIV as much as they screwed around? 
-Why do kids prefer a flat-ass McDonald’s hamburger to a big-ass hamburger made by their mom? 
-Why do killers in tv shows and movies always walk slowly while the victim hauls serious ass?  
-Why is it that people like Rob Kardashian with business degrees can’t get a real job? 
-Why do cats lick their nasty-ass saliva all over their bodies then declare themselves to be clean? 
-Why does the biggest Christmas shopping day of the year keep getting pushed forward? 

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ROCK N’ ROLL IS MY FASHION!


-Leather pants crotch perspire,
-Hell no punk we won’t hire,
-Boy, you a girl with that long-ass hair,
-Dude, screw you, I do what I want, I don’t care,

-Cause’ rock n’ roll is my fashion,
-No code of conduct, rebel bastion,
-Like little black dress always gonna’ be in style,
-Dude, I need hairspray and nail polish from that aisle,
-One size definitely does not fit all,
-Drives Tipper Gore and PMRC up a wall,
-That’s why I will always love rock n’ roll,
-Hail, hail, sex, drugs and rock n’ roll, 
-And don’t forget the almighty stripper pole! 

-Guitar lessons electric guitar,
-Beautiful women expensive car,
-Love rocking out with my cock out on stage with many a fan,
-Screw concussion from getting hit in head with beer can,

To read more of my words please click on Rock n’ Roll is my Fashion!

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WHAT HOURS DO YOU SELL BOOZE?


Sorry, I don’t know what hours we sell liquor maam,
When I heard those words I thought really goddamn,
Cause’ if I was any kind of a store employee,
That is the first thing for certain I would know baby,
For me, for a store to be legit,
They better know what hours they sell their 50 proof shit,
I mean one of the best perks of the damn job,
For any hardworking minimum wage paid store slob,
Would be after work Miller time, hey, and a shot of Jim Beam,
And if this customer comes after hours and can’t buy hootch i’m gonna’ scream,
And if this customer calls for the hours and gets transferred alot cause’ you don’t know,
You better believe i’m gonna’ be pissed and tell your ass where to go,
So 7-Eleven, CVS, Walmart and all other stores regarding training, do your damn job,
You so-called friendly convenience corporations before your confronted by an angry mob,
And first have your employees memorize what hours your store sells the liquor at,
And this Sherlock Holmes will find it in any store aisle less than a minute flat,
Baby, I promise you that!

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IN HONOR OF REAL HOUSEWIVES OF ATLANTA PORSHA STEWART & KENYA MOORE’S BRAWL AT THE TAPING OF THE RHOA REUNION I WROTE THIS SONG CALLED MEOW TV!


MEOW TV

(Verse 1)

-I turn the tv to the Bravo Channel and I hear,
-Girl, you throwin’ shade,
-Get outta’ my face, bitch,
-You ain’t no real friend,
-Quit lying cause’ I have always been,
-Drama, drama, drama,
-And then the claws come out,

(Chorus)

-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-It’s tacky,
-It’s fighty,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Don’t enrich me,
-Only entertains me,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Come on, baby,
-These bitches drive me crazy,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Lots of ladies,
-Broke-ass or in mercedes,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Cheap production fee,
-Makes alot of money,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Self respect nonexistent honey,
-Fame and money is lord, baby,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Unlikely win an emmy,
-Shit’s here to stay, baby,
-Meow, scratch,
-Meow tv,
-Raise your glass to Meow tv,
-And pop a Xanax before drinking your sweet tea,
-And before watching all of the drama on Meow tv!

(Verse 2)

-Honey, twirl your ass on outta’ here,
-Ladies, let’s keep it all the way real,
-You bitches are just jealous of my jesus jugs,
-She gettin’ on my nerves, she needs to shutup,
-Bitch whatchu’ gonna’ do, who gonna’ check me boo,
-Drama, drama, drama,
-And then the claws come out,

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

-NeNe and Vicki, original gangstas and ultra queen bees,
-What those chicks need is a really good read,
-At least I know what the underground railroad is,
-Honey, you didn’t know what vagina your husband was sticking his dick in,
-Shut the fuck up before I knock your teeth down your throat,
-Drama, drama, drama,
-And then the claws come out,

(Chorus)

To view the rest of my lyrics please go to:                                 http://songbay.co/view-lyric/3147/  

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