Artist:
Eminem
Song Title :
Just lose it Lyrics
Complete Album Lyrics:
Curtain Call - The hits
{*Eminem making sounds*}
Okay
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright stop! Pajama time
Come here little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation Aah aah aah aah aah No worries, poppa's got a brand new bag of toys What else could I possibly do to make noise? I done touched on everything, but little boys That's not a stab at Michael That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho I go a little bit crazy sometimes I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes Good God, dip, do a little slide Bend down, touch your toes and just glide Up the center of the dance floor Like teepee from my bunghole in the school if you let one go Nobody's gonna know who'd hear it Give a little "poot poot", it's ok {*Fart sound*} Oops my cd just skipped And everyone just heard you let one rip
CHORUS
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Whops I mean girl, girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it (Aah aah aah aah aah)
Just lose it (Aah aah aah aah aah)
Go crazy (Aah aah aah aah aah)
Oh baby (Aah aah)
Oh baby, baby (Aah aah)
It's Friday and it's my day
Used to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe till Monday, I don't know what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Get the top down, let my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there someone's gonna "touch my body" Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk But I'm feel just a little stressed out from work Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (Ewww) Now what's your name girl? What's your sign? [Dr. Dre] Man, you must be up out your mind [Eminem] Dre (aah aah) Dear God goes blind I'm just trying to unwind, now I'm...
Chorus
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was running butt naked
down the street screaming... (Aah aah aah aah aah)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said save it 'fore we catch you on tape
Now an old lady, touch my body
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It's really intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's "8 Mile" now
The beat comes back and everybody lose yourself and
snap back to reality look it's B Rabbit
And you signed me up to battle?
I'm a grown man
Chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba chuba
I don't have any lines to go right here so
Chuba chuba chuba fellas what? fellas what?
Grab you left nut, make right one jealous what?
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls, tall girls, small girls I'm calling all girls Everyone report to the dance floor It's your chance for a little romentor Butt squeezin' it's the season Just go... (aah aah aah aah) It's so appealing
Chorus
Mmmmm touch my body
Mmmmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body