Lyrics Ugly Duckling

Ugly Duckling

Friday Night

It's friday night, on the streets of L.A.

I'm going out cuz I've been working at the job all day

Got the info line number, with directions to the site

Ugly Duckling on the bill to rock the mic right

Tonight, I gotta be hype, and get the crowd reacting

I call Dizzy's house he says, "What's up", I say what's happenin'

Get my DJ on three way

Don't forget to bring the guestlist

See the freshest

Off the wall like asbestos

I rock without the D tops

Walk without the reebok's

Talk until the beat stops

Than pick it back up with the beatbox

And yo, I gotta ride so you need not

Cool, I'm leavin' at 7:30, we can caravan

To the jam

With Einstein, the two hand man

In command like a general

Lighter then a dinner roll

Solid as a mineral

Open like a centerfold

Hey, save it for the chorus

The crowd looks enormous

So give a peak performance

I need a soundcheck, so my mic sounds nice

I'll be in it in a minute like microwave rice

I grab the mic like a dynamite stick

Then light the wick??

And keep it lit

With ever lyric I spit

Beats to the rhymes

We stick like turpentine

Dizzy Dustin, Andy Cooper and Young Einstein

It's the jam

You know it's on

Get with it ya

What, what ya wanna do?

Rock, rock the old school

Just listen real close

When we take crowds back to the days of the 10 yard fight

The gyro mic

They jump like excite bike

Guaranteed delight

When the needle drops sound

Man, EQ the level so the needle rock

And then, hand over the microphone

I get a type grip

Cause when it's time to swing

I hit like Mike Schmidt

Get this

I drop more lines then a tetris

When young einstein throws on the dookie necklace

He's the drum major

With the sum to the fader

Attacking the wax, on the record player

Working up a sweat

Till we close the set

With the song that's

Now when the jam is over

It's hugs and hanshakes

And than the band breaks

For shakes and pancakes

I'm home for brand flakes and Z's

Hit the backmat

Take a hot shower

And a cat nap please

Don't call me in the mornin'

Cause I'm on the sleep-in, mode

Dizzy Dustin

We did it again

For you, it might be over

For me, it's just beginnin'

The club must be endin'

Cuz no one's bartendin'

They turn on the bright light

And I feel like a gremlin

The jam is breakin' up

But at my pad, it's reassemblin'

Take ??? down the market

Then I ride our limit

Everyone's invited

So I hope you be attendin'

It's the jam

[Scratches throughout]