Press Your Luck

Here we go! Bring it on!

I'm Fred D, number one limp dawg
Alien night train layin’ down the law
All around the world everybody wanna see
My five knuckle grip on this MIC
Weavin’ in and out with that old school funk
Keep the bass line sticky like a bayou swamp
Five more seconds till this shit takes off
Best buckle up before your shit gets tossed

Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up

Oh my God, it's the cops at the door
And they wanna stop all the mosh on the floor
They wanna keep me in line so I freak me a
Rhyme for your mind and I'm dressed to kill
Livin' low with my flow on the creep
I'm a vampire startin' fires in the street
Like a snake sneaking up in
The grass with the
Beat you can blast takin' chunks out your ass

Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up

All around the world
You know me all around
The world we know you

All you MCs wakin' up from a nap
Better fix your target on the red ball cap
And if you ain't got 20 20 on the sight
Meet me at the show I'll be rockin' all night
Better bring a friend and a
Girlie if you got it
And she could use a pass
To my backstage party
Now I'm out of line and I like it like that
Just another victim on the limp dawg’s track

Oh my God oh my God
Oh my God oh my God
It's the cops here again
And they wanna lock a dog up in a pen
They wanna try to control how we rock and
We roll 'cause they know I'm a fugitive
On the run is my mic like a gun and
I use the stage to release all my rage
Gimme one, gimme two, gimme three
Gimme Britney and I rock it like a G

Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up
Don't press your luck
You might get fucked up