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Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson


Background information
Birth name Mark Daniel Ronson
Born September 4, 1975
Born place Notting Hill, London, United Kingdom
Origin New York City, New York, United States
Genre(s) 2 Tone
Years active 1993—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Sony Music
Associated acts Lily Allen
Nate Dogg
Amy Winehouse
Daniel Merriweather
Ellie Goulding
Jordan Galland
Robbie Williams
Wale
Ghostface Killah
Q-Tip



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Mark Ronson Album


Here Comes The Fuzz (09/08/2003)
09/08/2003
1.
This DJ
2.
Bluegrass Stain'd (feat. Nappy Roots & Anthony Hamilton)
3.
Ooh Wee (feat. Ghostface Killah, Nate Dogg & Trife)
4.
High (feat. Aya)
5.
I Suck (feat. Rivers Cuomo)
6.
International Affair (feat. Sean Paul & Tweet)
7.
Diduntdidunt (feat. Saigon)
8.
On The Run (feat. Mos Def & MOP)
9.
Here Comes The Fuzz (feat. Jack White, Freeway & Nikka Costa)
10.
'Bout To Get Ugly (feat. Rhymefest & Anthony Hamilton)
11.
She's Got Me (feat. Daniel Merriweather)
12.
Tomorrow (feat. Debi Nova & Q-Tip)
13.
Rashi
. . .

This DJ

[No lyrics]

. . .

Bluegrass Stain'd

[No lyrics]

. . .


Oh yeah.

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Nate Dogg)]

(La-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, what's the deal, nigga?
Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that
Trynna get our head rights, get this money right
You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go
Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, yo

[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
Cigars, paisley robes
Four bitches guardin' me safely as we walk to the window
The cashier was scared, she asked for my info
The manager arrived with two guards, that's an insult
That's the cause, just because
We talkin' bout 5 million dollars here, this ain't Play-doh dough
And your horoscope read, you gon' slay those lows
We got scribbles, Anthony Acid, rockin' the show
Special guest: Starks / Mark Ronson
First five hundred bitches went crazy he let them on and in
All he did was plug me in, I got the chargin'
Got they bras and ran through they whole apartment (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)

[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]
Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)

[Nate Dogg]
When I step into the party, all the ladies wanna know
I'm hangin' wit the ballers, yeah, or my nigga Ghost
I can tell you what they say haters, if you wanna know
They say ooooooh wee
When I'm roll in my Mercedes, all the ladies wanna roll
Be my Juliet and I can be your Romeo
If you actin' menace I can pick another hoe
Oooooooooh weee (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
In the middle of the summer, or even twenty below
I'm a bad muthafucka, I'm way to fuckin' cold
Let me tell you what they say, when I'm pullin' off my drawers
They say ooooooooooh weeeee

[Trife]
Hey yo, Hey yo
My games here to party, just to cut up a rug
Don't make me wanna cut up a thug
Now play something for D.J., cuz there's nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we controllin' the club
Mamies, shakin' they ass, they throwin' it up
Like a B.E.T. commercial, I'm "wrappin' it up"

[Chorus 2X]

. . .

High

[No lyrics]

. . .


All alone here on a Friday
After all the things that I did my way
I will come back,
Home to my show
Can I ever break out of this cold cell

Cause I'm bored
And I Suck
I Suck
What the fuck?
I suck

Cause I'm bored
And I Suck
I Suck
What the fuck?
I suck

Just tonight I saw her beauty
Just enough to send some shivers through me
But she walked off with some lame guy
Why can't I have someone here to say hi?

Cause I'm bored
And I Suck
I Suck
What the fuck?
I suck

Cause I'm bored
And I Suck
I Suck
What the fuck?
I suck

I'm dog
I'm dog
I'm dog
I'm dog

. . .


Well in come di ting dem a call di ol' to di new
Dun know a say Sean-A-Paul a get it fi new
Mike Ranson and Debbie Nova pon di track
Dutty haffi bring it come back
A Dutty Yeah!

With the record that was mixed a long time ago

Don't worry baby I'm a naturalist
I got ya livin in Wonderland like ya name was Alice
And ova here we don't keep malice
We just keepin it live, we get our just ago bun gallis
Dey say ya girls can't understand it
Well I an I, Sean-A-Paul and well dey a nuh fret pon it
So tell ya sistren get pon it
A mek we roll inna di right part, pass di Cris, and bump di Chris Wallace
I got di crisp bills inna mi wallet
And yuh should know when mi floss ain't nobody a cyaan come stall it
Anyting ya want nuh fear fi call it
Sean-A-Paul, Mike Ranson we a dey pon di top alla it

All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright

(Girl)
You can take me there (yeah, mon)
Day or night it's alright I go anywhere (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Oonu girl)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby

She a take di Bible out the city girl
An we normal back it wit we it is a crazy and a tricky world
Forget ti bring it ya hippie girl
We gonna tug it inna di club, shake ya ass mek ya titties swirl
Di way ya heart a nuh go flop me nuh ga ease up
Woman fi make mi blood pressure, start to increase up
Cold shoulder wey you a give me, mek me freeze up
What's di hold up, what's di tease up
My girl, I just want di chance to make ya body please up
Too much dog wey ya hang with, dem all a fleas up
Now ya say ya waan fi come smoke all a mi trees up
All mi gangstas and all mi G's up
Yo, yo

All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright

(Girl)
You can take me there (that's right)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Uh, yo, hey, yo)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby

Yo, yo, yo
Bounce pon di track, it can't ever ova
Dutty a dem a kill, di lyrical exploda
Mike Ranson a help wit mi crossova

All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All night, all day
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, so we do it all night
All night, all day

All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
Girl!

. . .


(feat. Saigon)

[Intro:]
See john was a diduntdidunt, know what im sayin?
My man john was a fuckin diduntdidunt, holla
You know u got them diduntdidunt niggas in the hood, know'm sayin...
Guys that don't mean nothin to nobody...
Fuckin mothers don't even like them...

[Verse 1:]
In junior high, i knew this kid named John
One day john started thinkin he could rhyme
He used to see me battin' niggas one at a time
So he figured he test his skills against mine
He came up to me one day and said "hey"
Niggas saying you mean law, spit sixteen [sai] Gon"
I said, "no pa, im good"
He said "well imma spit some shit then
You know, rap for my hood
"Checkit, we ride drops, we pop mad shots
We even got 20 inch rims on the yacht"
I told him to stop, the nigga aint listen he kept goin
So i punched dook in his mouth while he was flowin'
He got up of the ground and said "why did ya hit me?"
"Yous a diduntdidunt, heres a shot to the kidney"
The mike tyson of this rap shit
I even got a speech impediment
"Fuckin' lil bam-dit
Thats my word man, any fuckin rapper man
I'll eat his fuckin children man bring him to me man"

[Chorus:]
You're a DiduntDidunt
Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt
A DiduntDidunt
To you it aint nothin to front
You a DiduntDidunt
A pussy that always talk about pussy
When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month
You a DiduntDidunt
Man, i dun been where you from
A DiduntDidunt
You ain't come up in the slum
You a DiduntDidunt
Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth
And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums

[Verse 2:]
See back in the day, i knew a kid named Ray
He was kind of sweet, so niggas thought he was gay
Everyday, little ray would come around the way
And try to shoot hoops but dudes wouldn't let him play
I remember it was like the third week of May
Ray came through just like any other day
But on this particular day he had somethin to say
Like if he couldn't play then niggas would have to pay
And me being, the man that I am
Threw the ball at him and told a nigga to scram
He reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearin'
Pulled out a Jimmy no bigger than his hand
He said "Fuck you Sai" and popped one in the sky
Just started to cry like "Somebody goin' die"
Im like "bitch give me this gun" fuckin' punk (put it down ray)
Ray you aint a thug, you a didunt didunt

[Chorus:]
You're a DiduntDidunt
Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt
A DiduntDidunt
To you it aint nothin to front
You a DiduntDidunt
A pussy that always talk about pussy
When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month
You a DiduntDidunt
Man, i dun been where you from
A DiduntDidunt
You ain't come up in the slum
You a DiduntDidunt
Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth
And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums, son

[Bridge:]
I've been all over the U.S. of A
Out west with Ronson, down south with Shey (hey!)
And one thing i see, everywhere that i be
Is a Didunt-didunt,
I've been on the bottom, been on the top
Been in the club and been on the block
The one thing i see, everywhere that i be
Is (what?), is a Didunt-Didunt

[Verse 3:]
So if you a punk, then say you a punk
Type of nigga that get knocked out and say you was drunk
I dont play dat, niggas stay beefin on hate that
See them in the street, and like Pat, they dont Say jack (Pat Sajack)
My name is Saigon, i dare a rapper to say that
I ain't gonna run in the booth, and give payback
Im gonna catch you while you eatin lunch
Catch you with a sucker-punch
(Like umph) Take that fuckin diduntdidunt

[Chorus:]
You're a DiduntDidunt
Rappin bout ya gun and ya blunt
A DiduntDidunt
To you it aint nothin to front
You a DiduntDidunt
A pussy that always talk about pussy
When the pussy prolly ain't had none in a month
You a DiduntDidunt
Man, i dun been where you from
A DiduntDidunt
You ain't come up in the slum
You a DiduntDidunt
Act like you want beef, i'll knock out ya teeth
And you'll be literally bumpin ya gums

[Outro:]
Dont get the "Diduntdidunt" stamped on your forehead
Dont be like John or Ray, if you like John or Ray stay the
Fuck out of my way, ya heard?, Saigon, brratt, 2010 bitch.

. . .

On The Run

[No lyrics]

. . .

Here Comes The Fuzz

[No lyrics]

. . .

'Bout To Get Ugly

[No lyrics]

. . .


Tell me something apart from your name,
I'm interested but I'm sick of hearing the same (questions, answers)

(Yeah)
Keep me hanging on every word (keep me guessing yeah)
Tell me something I haven't heard (start undressing)

[? ] conversation water u can't swim,
And I think I'm losing patience but I still want in,
Took my time with this so please just let me know,
If it's off or on or off or on.


It's taking so damn long babe,
She's got me hangin on again (oh she's got me hanging on again)

Gonna take some time to get to the page,
I don't understand what's taking so long,
I'm already on my [? ] (I'll go crazy yeah)
If I hear another Ja Rule song (I'll go crazy)

[? ] conversation water u can't swim,
And I think I'm losing patience but I still want in,
Took my time with this so please just let me know,
If it's off or on or off or on.

It's taking so damn long babe (oh it's taking so damn long),
She's got me hangin on again (she's got me hanging on again)

It's taking so damn long babe (oh it's taking so damn long),
She's got me hangin on again (oh she's got me hanging on again)
It's taking so damn long babe (oh she's got me hanging on again),
She's got me hangin on again (oh she's got me hanging on again)

. . .

Tomorrow

[No lyrics]

. . .

Rashi

[No lyrics]

. . .


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