Kevin Federline Album

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[Talking:] Waitress, can I have another drink please?
I'd like to formally introduce my self ..

Im the talk of the town
Thats the reason why they stare
4 karats in my ear
If you look see a glare
Im - one of a kind
With a wonderful rhyme
Im skatin off in a 'rari
You'll get left behind
My raps fully automatic like an AR
Droppin - nothin but heat me an JR
Im livin life in the fast lane
Then the cash came
Fire wont quit, still burnin like a gas flame
They watch me
So I duck and roll
Middle fingers still up sayin fuck the globe
And my dawgs still down
We dont trust them hoes
I live life like a King
I was extra stoned
Kevin Federline -
I come tight with every rhyme
I built a kingdom down the street from pepperdine
This marijuana got me heavily sedated
Im Kevin Federline
America's most hated (what!)

[Talking:] Aww yea baby - JR mane, JR you there mane?
Hey man, why dont you pass me that bottle over there guy

Im on the frontline
Dodgin cameras like the one time
Cant even chill in this california sunshine
But its okay, I got somethin for ya
Im handin out ass kickins like diplomas
Who the first to get it?
Ya know K Feds wit it
All that shit rappers talk about, I already did it
Im committed - to the game
The fames why I hustle
Lyrical exercise, workin every muscle on the double
Chief and commanda
Hand ya
Ass to ya in a basket wrapped in plastic
Im looney
All these model chicks wanna do me
Tabloids tried to screw me
Magazines try to kill me
But im nasty
Too fuckin slick and sly
So high
I could prolly drop a shit and fly
You gonna need a big army
If you comin for me
K. Federline - I hit like tsunamis

[Talking:]
Whoo - yea baby, that shit is fire right there, you know what im talkin about?
Lets get drunk to this one damn it. hoo, one more jack and coke bitch

Im bigga than you
Im sicka than you
Im here now
So they not gon pay attention to you
They listen to dude
I sizzle the booth
Im livin the truth
You fuckas talk shit
Couldnt fit my shoes
I got my blue yankee fitted on
Watch to match
Little boys we can get it on
Watch your back
I got my name spreadin faster than crack
And thats just a fact
Sucked in Americas hate and now im passin it back
Uh
Who told this bastard that he cant rap
I got 50 mill.
I can do whatever I want
I dont need a deal
I can do whatever I want
I just keep it real
I can say whatever I want
Dont buy my shit
I bet your girl ridin to it
With her hair in the wind
And her mind on the new kid
The most anticipated
But still underated
Kevin Federline - Americas Most Hated (what!)

[Talking:]
Ah - thank you baby.
I got a tip for you after this too girl, we all gonna go swimmin with women...
Dont forget your swim suit.

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That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats that'll make you lose control

Step up in the club, so fresh and clean
Not the outcast that they label me
I'm rolling with a team, that roll so deep
We in and out the club everyday of the week
And I make them hits, when the beat drop
That's when you here me say say hold up, stop

Let me take you back to 5o'clock
When I roll the lamborghini off the block
But not before I made them chop the top
And throw some 20 shoe's, oh thats hot

Hit Nastros For a bite to eat
No tuxedo cuz they reconize me
Her lifestyle, the rich living, the fast cars
Don't hate 'cuz I'm a superstar and I married a superstar
Never come between us no matter who you are, cmon

That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats thatll make you lose control

Closet full of kicks
Garage full of whips
Vegas crap table got the pit ball sticks
They never seen a kid win like this
So rich, that I tattoo the dice on my wrist
And my girl too, It's no coincidence that SRT got all black tints
I've never been a digger but I rock 'em nuggets
One earing cost more than your budget
I ain't here to brag I'm just here to pop tags
My ferrari cost more than your lil S-class
Look man I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket
It don't matter what you blow, boy you can't match it
40 grand I take the whole crew to Miami
Then we pop Crys off like they won Grammy's
I take care of my own, that's my family
Magazine talk 'cuz they don't understand me

That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats thatll make you lose control

That's right just get it
Let you feel it
Make you lose control
This is that hip-hop flavor mixed with a lil bit of rock & roll
Valet your whip Grab your chick
You know how it goes
I got that shit, I got them beats thatll make you lose control

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(featuring Bosko)

[Chorus:]
Let's get something to smoke,
And pour me a glass of Privilege
To wet my throat.
Tonight it's going down.

Get out your brand new fit.
It's time to hit the town,
And get into some sh*t;
Tonight it's going down!

[Verse 1:]
One to the two, two to three,
Fell asleep in the whip,
Woke up in the squee.

Last night was crazy,
Tonight is going down!
Show my lady friend all around the town.

Parked the Harley and hopped in the truck,
Smelling good, and looking like 10 million bucks.

Blue Yankee hat on,
Red monkey pants on,
Fresh to death,
'cause I keep the latest fashion.

Spark the blunt, girl, and your pass on.
Burning kind of slow, that's good, it'll last long.

I'm in the fast lane, getting my smash on.
High as a motherf**er, yeah way past gone.

I got LA feeling like Vegas,
Nobody does, I'm forgetting that I'm famous.
Pour the Privilege, light the vegas,
I'm feeling myself, and all I've got to say is…

[Chorus:]
Let's get something to smoke,
And pour me a glass of Privilege
To wet my throat.
Tonight it's going down.

Get out your brand new fit.
It's time to hit the town,
And get into some sh*t;
Tonight it's going down!

[Verse 2:]
Been on the west coast all my life,
In love with her just like my wife,
And in love with the Hennessey every damn night,
Hooked up with B—- it's about to get right.

It's going down like a fresh pair of panties,
Cab looked better than a couple pair of Grammy's.
You understand me, the city is mine,
So I do like the roll, I twist and wind.

Grab your purse, hop in the two seater,
I've got a stash spot big enough to fit two heaters,
One for me, and one for my girl,
Bonnie and Clyde ready to conquor the whole world.

I got Gucci on, she got Prada,
She calls me daddy, but she's not my daughter,
And I'm not her father, I'm just a mack,
I got tired of drugs so I switched to rap, like that.

[Chorus:]
Let's get something to smoke,
And pour me a glass of Privilege
To wet my throat.
Tonight it's going down.

Get out your brand new fit.
It's time to hit the town,
And get into some sh*t;
Tonight it's going down!

(duet with Britney Spears)

K-Federline, Bosko
We got 'em on this one due

[Chorus ~ Britney:]
And they say
I'm crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I'm a little crazy
But they don't know
All the things you do

When the pen hits the pad
It's in the left hand
Every single word is worth thirty grand
Or maybe more
Don't think they understand
How much cake the pancake man had
So heavy like weight
Moving upstate
Care for my rhyme
Like the crime rate
I flick with your boy
The prince of the bay
Sit back, day to day
Got two back packs
Resno on one
LA in other
Whilst I'm holding my sons
As I march through the valley of the shadow of death
Dark hair on my chest
Wife on my left
Let's go

[Chorus ~ Britney:]
And they say
I'm crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I'm a little crazy
But they don't know
All the things you do

That's how I'ma ride
For my family I'd die
Bet you're all thinking
I'm that guy
Don't care about you
'Cause I'm the truth
I ball like Kobe
Shooting hoops
Up in the roof
Been the million dollar corporation
Call me maloof
Like I said once before
I'm the truth
Hollywood can't catch me
But they got you
Nothing fake round here
I'm the realest do
Haters feel us too
I'm in and out the groove
Every word out my mouth
Make headline news
I'm the best, I rule
Come test my tools
You do so square
Get my slang out manuals, ha

[Chorus ~ Britney:]
And they say
I'm crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I'm a little crazy
But they don't know
All the things you do

[Chorus:]
And they say I'm a little crazy
But they don't even know you, baby
So they base all their the accusations
On what they really don't know
So tired of all the speculation
Fed up of negative fabrications
You say just have a little patience
But they are driving me crazy

Never been a surfer
But my chang hang loose
Got so much flavour
Like 2Pac juice
Got dudes wishing you're in my shoes
I'm a rockstar baby
I do what I wanna do
Tough pack
My crew will come and clobber you
Let the pope come out
And watch it swallow you
Not a pretty boy
But I look like a model do
Not a gangster
But in my life, yeah I've fought a few
Hit the hustle tight now it look
Like I'm robbing you
All yours flys
Watch how I swatted you
Better think twice how you come at me
I'm a godfather now
I'm about my family, yeah

[Chorus:]
And they say
I'm crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I'm a little crazy
But they don't know
All the things you do

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