Artist: Lounge Lo f/ Sweetleaf Album: Drop City S.I.M.P.S.O.N. Song: Nobody Beats the Kid Typed by: Cno Evil [Lounge Lo] Yes, ya'llin' to right beat, and You can have a party or just have a meeting Spitting and spraying, check what I'm playing A different type of slang, that I bang, is what I'm saying To all the party people uptown on that shake shit Don't you know Lounge Mode Lo is on some cake shit Illebal, biblical for doing my dance And my record, don't you know'll, put you in a trance and Right inside ya body, and high from off of Bobby and Won't be fighting, just sipping, straight Bacardi and Down, from spreading love to yours truly I'm the original B.I.G., L.O.U.N.G.E. And I came to have fun and, dog, me and my son in Just here to let you know, we gots in the place And everywhere that I perform and do a show It's Loungin' Lo [Chorus 2X: Sweetleaf (Lounge Lo)] Nobody beats the kid (nobody beats the kid) Nobody beats the kid (nobody beats the kid) [Lounge Lo] You know me as the Al Canill, that's who I be and Fuck what them niggas be talking and who they seeing My share, popping and rocking the block out Like bitches in the cut, they turning the wop out Mister Billy, pop a wheelie, now, it's Lounge Mode Can you feel me now? Dig in to your roots, see how it really sound Ain't nothing change, still number uno, down town And by the way, I'm getting down, down, down They say I look and sound funny, but I don't be caring At first it was rooftop, recordings in the square And Speed, The Tunnel, Madison Square Garden Even rocked for the illest at the center, starving for days I never talk about the places I be robbing I love to come out, for all my people that be popping Not saying that you want mine, but on it like a hornet But you looking like you want it, you want it, you want it That's why I'm here, to be like, letting you know That I'm a highly recognized, and the king is just flowing Make a lotta shake for this type of enjoyment I'm the funky cat for this type of employment, that's why [Chorus] [Lounge Lo] On and on and, to the break of dawn These niggas get loose, stay out, until the morn' I catch a twelve, quick sale, before it get stale So hurry up and get the big tech out the tail and Pop non-stop, but how I rip shop On the mic and like, make you cold wop up Rate with the rhythm, that is what I give 'em Bush is the Pres, but I voted for Bill Clinton It might sound confusing, the style that I'm using But in the end, I'm sure that you will find it quite amusing And funny, yo money, this shit ridiculous Don't try to snake, come on and let's get with this Real, just because you seen a mill' But got soft with the kid, when you seen them killed Dropped clients with the giants, just a part of my right Like Ray Lewis, I get to it, so let's go to gats [Sweetleaf] Nobody beats the kid, nobody beats the kid Nobody beats the kid, nobody beats the kid My name is Sweetleaf, nobody beats the kid We'll rock you on and on, nobody beats the kid You know nobody that beats the kid, I know nobody that beats the kid No matter what you do, nobody beats the kid