Sk**z - '05 Rap Up lyrics

[Intro] It's your boy Sk**z y'all You know how we do it And it's that time of the year So I might as well get to it Matter of fact Year in review homes, I'm takin' it back So would y'all mind an '05 recap? (I like that) Aiight, well listen [Verse] It started off with Game, yeah his album was crack And just like that, bam, the west coast was back I mean, homes did his numbers plus he had a lot to say Beefin' with Bleek and Buddens but he ain't want it with Jay Speakin' of the west, the boy Houston tried to ride out I bought your album dog, but you ain't have to gouge your eye out Dabbled in paparazzi and got a quick check I took that picture of Nelly and Ashanti that you saw on the net And then rappers was gettin' knocked, lawyers was no option When Kim took the stand, man we had just lost Cochran Nas and Kelis both said "I do" Eddie Murphy got divorced but he was married to a dude Tigga left Rap City and we ain't know what to think Irv turned himself in and took the Murder out the Inc Then Jamie got his Oscar, after that he was set He smashed "Ray", but "Stealth"? Well that was for the check Chappelle took fifty mil amd then he slid out the door The hottest thing on TV, that be "The Bobby Brown Show" Poor Bobby, dude still tryin' to be a star But will it ever happen? Hmm... aww hell to the nah Then cats started beefin', I ain't too sure why Jada and 50, 50 and Joe, then Flip and T.I And I'm beefin' wit' Mickey D's man, y'all dead wrong Talkin' 'bout payin' rappers to mention Big Macs in their song We do rap from the heart, y'all better have some respect Alright, Big Mac! Big Mac! Big Mac! Now where's my check? "Ordinary People" was a hell of a song And I ain't the only one who got sick of hearin' "Who is Mike Jones?!" I'm like the next man, I got love for the south We know your name Mike, I'm just wishin' you'd close your mouth And then "I'm a--I'm a hustler," that joint was wicked But soon as Ca** got to poppin', man them boys came to get him Mariah, she came back, she had our support Mike Jackson, innocent, moonwalked right out of court Nick Cannon and Christina, man they was havin' relations And then 50 kicked Game out at the radio station How can two men go so hard and diss each other? Then at the press conference look like they 'bout to kiss each other? And then Free and AJ quit and the world'll never know why I miss her too AJ, but damn, did you have to cry? Well if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense And it's sad cuz BET ain't really been the same since And this is not speculation y'all, I'm statin' the facts So would y'all mind if I continue? (I like that) Alright well listen Cats gotta hustle and you just can't stop it R. Kelly, well his hustle happened to be "Trapped in the Closet" Dude went all out, he was like a full fledged actor Had us hangin' on every word like chapter for chapter But he never went to trial, how soon y'all forget By the time his case come up we'll be on Chapter 106 Destiny's Child said the group thing had lost its flavor And everybody read Superhead's book except Fantasia DipSet started poppin' and brainwashed the kids No matter where you went you couldn't escape Jeezy's ad libs Yeah, the Snowman went to work And once they found out what it meant, they banned the damn t-shirts Ying Yang did their thing with The Whisper Song They locked Kim up, but they let my man Sigel come home And then Gwen Stefani came with "Hollaback Girl" Looked like she had been in Harlem hangin' with black girls T.O. was playin' games, but he kept on teasin' us Turned his back on his team and messed their season up Ma$e came back to rap but we had heard that before And "Run's House", well that was damn near like "The Cosby Show" We found out the real truth about Jay and Dame Hov skated on dude and kept the Roc-A-Fella name Then Dame's show debuted and the ratings was wack "Ultimate Hustler", well umm, I don't know about that Eminem went on tour and filled up all the seats But when the "Curtain Call" came, he found it hard to sleep It's better you than me Em, huh, cuz it couldn't be Sk**z I couldn't have that kind of bread and spend it on sleepin' pills Be for real cuz Common's "BE" album was ill I got sick of rappers smilin', showin' their grills And Eve had a p**no, but if you blinked it was gone And then Suge got shot by dude was some pink pants on Ciara and Bow Wow, they started datin' right I mean he's three feet, there's no way that he's layin' the pipe And then all rap music was comin' from the south Tom Cruise got whipped so he jumped on the couch But that was nothing, we was headed to a bigger arena Because we all got burnt by this woman named Katrina God's daughter sat in the water and came from around the back She wasn't a cutie, but trust me, her eye was all that And she ain't have a home but had a jones for guys that was black She looked down at New Orleans and was like (I like that) The news was so sad, it was like a modern day slaughter And I ain't even gonna talk about what was floatin' in that water See, it was sort of like watchin' a 9/11 sequel Then Kanye said Bush didn't care about black people We was all like "Yeah, what he's sayin' is true" But I'm like 'ye, white people just started carin' about you! I mean his album still sold, he ain't really blow his chance But he set us all back with that damn "Gold Digger" dance And then we lost Luther, the number one singer for soul And then the league hit the players with a new dress code LeBron was cool but other cars was mad at it Cuz if Shaq get one suit made, there goes all the fabric On VH1 Big Daddy Kane was the man HU Homecoming somebody tried to shoot up Cam Botched carjackin', nah fam, that was wrong Them dudes was just tryin' to shoot theyself Cuz they like "The Whistle Song" I might start singin' homie, don't provoke me T-Pain had a hit singin' karaoke And then 50 looked crazy on the cover of GQ He put his movie out, and yeah Usher did too But keep your mind on your music cuz your actin' is through So much for the movies, mmm I guess it do what it do And Trina and Lil' Wayne, they both came out happy But this a sad day when we dancin' to "Laffy Taffy" And I ain't hatin' on the South cuz most of it is raw "Oh I think they like me," nah I don't think I like none of y'all So in that '06 we gon' have to make that fire I send my respects out to Tookie and my man Richard Pryor Jay-Z declared war but then he changed his plans Cuz by the end of the show he was shakin' Nas's hand Even Diddy let The L.O.X. come back and get their paper After Kiss said he was gonna hit 'em with a refrigerator I made an indie album, next one is ready to go Me and all the DJs in the world shout out my man Justo And the "Stop Snitchin" thing y'all, it ain't gon' work I told y'all I saw a seven year old with a "Stop snitchin" shirt And don't get me wrong homie cuz I ain't tryin' to be a preacher But I'm like "Man who snitched on you? Your kindergarten teacher?" If it make the news, Sk**z gonna put it in the mix Til then Happy New Year y'all, welcome to 2006 Yeah!