Artist: Rok One Album: Beat Up the Bouncer/Rok One's Crazy 12" Song: Beat Up the Bouncer Typed by: UGRLS Webmaster I ain't on the guest list I ain't VIP Welcome to our wonderful establishment Ladies lineup to the left Guy's lineup to the right No single (?) tonight No jeans, hats, sneakers, two-ways, anything hip hop And you with the wife beater don't even bother waitin on line Thank you and have a good night [Verse 1: Rok One] Ayo I'm getting restless (Why?) Watchin the bouncer check the guest list He just let six chicks past us (That's to be expected) Man, sometimes guys can be so sexist Yo I don't push an Ac or Lexus Pack nine or rock a platinum necklace I'm just tryin' to party like the next kid Mack dimes and maybe cop some breakfast I don't act reckless (naw) And I like to have fun without being disrespected But sometimes (?) be on a power trip Have you waitin' for an hour, you know how it is Forty below Zero in the dead of winter The whole club passes you before you get to enter And you can't move cause your bodies frozen stiff Icicles startin' to form from your nose and shit And the crowd behind you is startin' to get heated Don't panic, you're far from being defeated If you can't get in to the jam, here's the plan Just beat that bouncer down right where he stand [Hook] You gonna let 'em show disrespect? (Hell No!) When you step up in the discothèque (Hell No!) You better keep that bullshit in check So what if you're the bouncer dude, you're still gettin' wrecked It's a threat! Gonna let this cat diss your crew? (Hell No!) There's only one of him and six of you (Hell No!) He's a big dude, this is true But the bigger they come, the harder they fall Somebody hit this dude! [Verse 2: Rok One] A different night, a different club, same lame shit Bouncer tried to hate on me cause I ain't famous He gotta Six Eight frame and damn he's brainless Attitude like he got something up his anus Askin' every woman on the line what her name was But they ain't hollerin' back cause they's high maintenance And he's about Four Hundred pounds and quite heinous This is when I made his unfortunate acquaintance Talkin 'bout: (I'm gonna need to see some ID homie) (And by the way, tonight is VIP only) Oh really? (So unless you frequent this scene/ there ain't no chance you gettin inside sportin' Hats, Sneakers and jeans) I said don't try to play me for the herb son I am VIP: a Very Impatient Person You tryin' to diss my gear? What's up with chu? He said "Fuck you white boy and fuck your crew" I was like "Whoa! Don't even go there slick" I can see this argument is going nowhere quick And just for that he caught (?) of my whole damn clique He didn't co-operate so yo that's it It could be drama for a cat if he's sleepin' Don't realize that I'm holdin sixty deep So we forced are way in to the place, left him unconscious With timberland tracks imprinted in on his face [Hook] [Verse 3: Rok One] One night I was out with my peeps On line at the 50 Cent album release It was supposed to be free until eleven It was Ten Fifty-Nine before anyone got let in Again I see another girl cut in front of me Again I'm face to face with a Suge Night wannabe Coppin' a cheap (?) searchin' my personal for weaponry They wanna check my ID, damn don't you recognize me? (Who you?) I'm Eminem, better ask around This cat couldn't see my crown because my hat was down He grabbed it and said "Your hair ain't platinum, clown" Said I bought "Just for Men" and it went back to Brown (Yeah whatever, you ain't gettin' in asshole) Oh did I say Eminem? Yo I meant Fat Joe (Fat Joe? Man you look like Kate Moss) Well lately I've been going through weight loss I'm Jay-Z (What? Jigga's black, you's not) I got the same skin disease Michael Jackson got I'm the manager for Britney Spears (Yeah right) And Big L (Big L's been dead for six years) Oh well, I guess we'll switch to plan B Fuck talkin', it's time to start the stampede We didn't like his attitude So y'all brothers know what we hadda do We bumrushed the door [Hook]