TV Rock Album

Its my look, my walk, style, my flow.
Got me rocking to the beat of the drum.
Got to appreciate the talk of the town.
Because I know my dreams and Im breaking them down.
I said "What?"
You're a lyricist
They saw "Huh?"
You're a given gift
But none of it was made from a miracle
Take over the world and turn my mic into gold
It aints easy

Work hard, make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Work hard and make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your lovers, your brothers, your bosses or your friends.

They see me rocking in my high-heel shoes
Another time high-tops and tracksuits
I dont dress or sing to express
I move along to my double time beat
I keep it level on the underground streets
High on the 80's, rock on the 90's
Who took you there?
Nancy Vice did.

Work hard, make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.
Work hard and make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your lovers, your brothers, your bosses or your friends.

The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are

You see I got no boundaries
No one owns me
Im never looking for the straight flush, gold rush
High life (aint enough for me)
High times (just arent the life I need)
Found my path, my world,my love, my sound
Exploded (to the underground)
From the tip of my tongue, where the storys begun, yeah.

The hard times make us who we are

Work hard, make it work
Only work for your own dreams
Not your mommas, your papas, your sisters and your friends.

The hard times make us who we are
The hard times make us who we are

B-I-M-B-O (x5)
Oh no! Oh ho!
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Too slow!

Bimbo, head full of air,
Long long hair,
Got your pin, go pop!
Got your legs spread,
Got your hair bred,
Come on everybody,
Are you in my bed yet?

Touch your toes,
Powder your nose,
Credit card flipping like a pancake,
HOT HOT!
Just a wink, a bit,
A wiggle of my hips makes the boys on the scene all sweat!

Bimbo,
Talk that shit,
Chatterbox ditz, got to wind her up.
Look lost, Watch the gloss!
Running up a tab on a slab at what cost.
Oh yeh she needs a man,
All the bills, can't do the math,
Don't be fooled by the killer rack bitch,
Blonde bombshell, she's a hell of a snitch.

(Chorus)
B-I-M-B-O!
Ultra ego, falter, faker!
B-I-M-B-O!
Headhunting the money maker,
B-I-M-B-O!
Glossy, glamor, glitter, girl!
B-I-M-B-O!
Princess of the bimbo world!

B-I-M-B-O!

Bimbo!
Time for the t.v, Documentary,
"What does that mean?"
Collagen lips, Silicon tits,
Only got time for the botox hit.
Match your nails, match your outfit,
Looking so fine with your plastic shit.
Just a wink, A bit, A wiggle of my hips make the boys on the scene all sweat!
Bimbo!
Loves to party,
Give her any chance, she'll get all tarty, She'll be rockin' till the break of dawn,
Everything is fun when your brain ain't switched on!
Gotta talk it slow for her (huh?)
Too much is way over (what?)
Her IQ is on vacation
Your just a part of the bimbo nation!

(Chorus)
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Oh ho!
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Too slow!
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Oh ho!
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Too slow!
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Oh ho!
B-I-M-B-O
Oh no! Too slow!

B-I-M-BO! (x10)

(Chorus)

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Go on and Flaunt it...flaunt it... flaunt it..flaunt it... (X4)

I see you walking in the club,
Making moves, gettin' love
You know you're sexy
Yeah you flaunt it

Walkin' through the disco noise
Kissing girls, kissing boys
It's all the same
But I don't care

You're making love to the music
I'm your DJ, make you lose it
Coz you love me
Yeah, you love me

I'll make the bass line nice and deep
For all you freaks on disco treats
Just shake that ass
Just shake that ass

Get on it
Get on it
Just flaunt it

Percussion hits your ears
Smell the sex in the air
This shit is crazy
Yeah, it's crazy

You know the morning's coming soon
I feel the heat in the moon
Let's all get liftin'
Get liftin'

You're making love to the music
I'm your DJ, make you lose it
Coz you love me
I know you love me

I'll make the bass line nice and deep
For all you freaks on disco treats
Just shake that ass
Just shake that ass
Yeah, Flaunt it baby

Yeh, get on it, yeh
Yeh, get on it
Just shake what you're momma gave you
Get on it

Go on and it flaunt it, ha
What your momma gave you, ha
Let my bass line rearrange you, ha
This track's designed to make you cream
Go on and it flaunt it, ha
What your momma gave you, ha
Nobody ever gonna tame you, ha
Gonna make you dance till you bleed (X2)

Go on and flaunt it baby
Get on it, just flaunt it
Get on it, yeh and flaunt it baby

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls
This is my floor, you're just dancing on it
So from the front to the back i want to see where you at
I want you to shake what your momma gave you
Unashamed, Untamed
That's right

Go on and it flaunt it, ha
What your momma gave you, ha
Let my bass line rearrange you, ha
This track's designed to make you cream
Go on and it flaunt it, ha
What your momma gave you, ha
Nobody ever gonna tame you, ha
Gonna make you dance till you bleed (X3)

Go on and flaunt it baby

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