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Bananas Flambé at Café Swizz

August 20, 2007

This is it. The end before the beginning. The final whiff of aromatic mind grounds from Swizz Beatz' One Man Band Man—out tomorrow—this time with hints of lunacy from Wayne, Kellz and Kiss. Parse, crib and annotate, then forget it all because OMBM has nothing to do with lyrics.

Vous le vous vouche avec moi b--ches

Showtime (Re- Remix)

Come, come on

You know what time it is right (Re- Remix)

Come, come on

Showtime (Re-Remix)

You know what time it is right (Re- Remix)

Grab the steering wheel

Chillin in my beamer

Sittin on me phantom

Listening to Ether

Listening to the anthem

Weezy da band man, one man band man

Your girl with me, cell phone she don’t answer

He so sweet make her wanna lick the rapper (this is the remix)

So I let her lick the rapper

She take care of me and all me homeboys after

Jump off, jump off, the girl is a jump off

I let her snort a mountain and she gets jumped off

Jump off, jump off, you know she a jump off

Pulled my d--- out and watch her jump on jump off

You make it so hard when it sounds so basic

Chevy grill lookin like a set of new braces

Southside baby, we outside baby

Smokin on the spinach like Popeye baby

Sha do al la front ya ala my riches

Bonjour money

And oeuvre b--ches

Il ne petite, we do it the biggest

And nu ne rats me and we ain’t snitches

Now can you tell me how good my French is

Vous le vous vouche avec moi b--ches

Ok now it’s time to bring the big boy out


Hi, hi nice to meet cha, it’s Kells the freaker

Mr. Bump and Grind, Mr. Song of the Weeker

R& B singer, Mr. Defeater

Sixteen years and still comin through ya speaker

Mr. Pied Piper, b---- I’m on fire

Don’t trust me I’mma billboard shyster

I got dream girls watcha wanna do

Got them chicks singing (ladies) and I am telling you

Up in the club, flossin like a don

Album bought to drop so you b---hes betta run

Making a moon while having sex to the song

After sex, I beat my chest like I’m King Kong

Ice so cleared out everybody move

Haters on D I’m bout to take these fools (ladies)

Everytime I shoot a shot it’s like Swizz

Everytime I shoot a shot it’s like Swizz

Everytime I shoot a shot it’s like Swizz

I’m in the building and I’m looking for a snitch (Kells)

Walk out the studio man it’s a hit (showtime)

Back in the studio and do the remix

I’m in that Mob 5 with a bad chick

(Y’all know we not playin with y’all man)

Hop out five paparrzies going thick

Hold up (Kells snitches)

Wait a minute

I’m back from vacation (Swizz Beatz snitches)

Hold up wait a minute

You know what I was doing

Chillin in my beezer

With my mama mia

She smoking a caheeba

With my sun seeker

For those of you don’t know that’s just a yacht with a deck

Ya’ll talk about your cars what you got up on your neck

I show you my portfoilio, straight disrespect

Them Rembrandts, Basquiats you couldn’t write a check

No, you betta think about it yeah you betta think about it

You better hit the damn bar get a drink about it

I’m straight loco don’t care about no po po

Only big weight what you think I roll with Joe for

Wanna talk crazy go and meet my fo fo

There go that po po

To jam in that enzo

To jam in that spike

To jam in the G2

Bet you can’t catch me though

Double z’s on my whip put the grease on her lips

Took her to the mind come and threw

Throw the, throw the D on the b---



You know who it is, it’s me b---hes

Takin over, the waitin’s over

We bringing it back like bakin soda

I don’t stop squeezing til your face is over (my album’s crazy)

I’ll be on vacation till the case is over (we’re not done)

Bottles everywhere, club full of women (I can’t give y’all everything man)

Gucci sneaks, good cuff on the denim

A few birds, two look outs, and three pitches

You c----suckers know who it is

It’s me -itches

Posted: August 20, 2007
Bananas Flambé at Café Swizz