Mark Ronson, Anthony Hamilton and Rhymefest - Bout to Get Ugly

I think I'm ready to do some type of report
Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don't know (Rhymefest) it's about to get ugly
From the East to the Midwest (Chi-Town)
Lemme tell you how we do it, look
(It's 'bout to get ugly)

You know it's Chi 'til I die
Man, I'm lovin' the spot
But when I'm up in NY they say the clubbin' is hot
They say, you could meet a broad, take her home on the spot
And that broad can get a broad
Bring 'em home and just watch (yes)
They say Club Cheeta, that's the place
Now that's the place where I heard niggas gettin' shot in they face
We can hit Central fly
Long as the chicks is fly
I need some head, no time to waste
Who that DJ be? They said Ronson
Step in the club with one hand on my Johnson
That Midwest attitude gettin' 'em respondin
Talkin' 'bout "Ooh, his accent is so charmin'"
Yeah, you wanna dance? Chick, lets go
Glowsticks, lollipops, right foot, left toe
Looked around the room, I ain't see no negroes
Like ahh, "Niggas don't listen to techno"
Slow it down now, we goin' downstairs
They got the Cristal, they got the lounge chairs
With the pretty Puerto Rican girls around here (hey baby)
I know its everyday for you, I ain't from 'round here

Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely
What they don't know it's about to get ugly
What they don't know it's about to get ugly
Right now it's gonna get ugly
Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely
What they don't know it's about to get ugly
Tell you right now it's about to get ugly
Right now most thinkin' it's lovely

I'm dancin with this chick, right?
Music hard, got her ass jumpin' all night
DJ throwin' that new Petey Pab', that's tight (no shirt on)
Say playa, what that is, the White Stripes? (Oh)
Where the hell he get that mix?
White boys goin' wild doin' back flips
Playin rock n' roll, mixed it with the black shit
M.O.P, AC/DC
That's it, keep it goin'
Now its Rob Zombie
I never liked rock n' roll but now its on beat
Blonde hair, blue eyes, kissin' on Che
I'm Mos Def, she the queen of the stone age
Rhymefest, I'm the king of my own age
Get your motor running, head out on the highway
The way this DJ like the start shit and stop shit
Should we dance? Hell nah, start a mosh pit
And let 'em know we just

Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely
What they don't know it's about to get ugly
What they don't know it's about to get ugly
Right now it's gonna get ugly
Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely
What they don't know it's about to get ugly
Tell you right now it's about to get ugly
Right now most thinkin' it's lovely

Probably what she really want
For me to miss my plane
Stay in NY and do it again
Probably what she really want
Rock stars, electric guitars
Baby, who's pullin' your strings?
Probably what she really want
The DJ in the booth
Thinking he D Mac playin' the truth
With the hard rock, hip-hop
East to Midwest
Mark Ronson's on the cut
And my name is Rhymefest

Right now it's gonna be, ugly as it's gonna be
Right now, gettin' ugly
It's gettin' ugly
Right now, it's gettin', it's gettin' ugly
Right now, right now
Do it again, do it again, do it again now
Going to get ugly right now
Good God, I can't, I can't help myself
Sometimes
Oh, oh, oh, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Right now (Mark Ron)
Every hour, this motherfucker right now

Written by:
Anthony Hamilton, Mark Ronson, Che Smith

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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