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Class of '01 - Текст песни Beauty Shop
[ Nikki D ] Good morning, honey
 [ Busta Rhymes ] Good morning, honey 
 Ah! Awww! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!
 Ahhhhhhhhhh!
 [ Nikki D ] What's wrong?
 [ Busta Rhymes ] Help, help, help, help!
 [ Nikki D ] Honey, what's wrong?
 [ Busta Rhymes ] You looked chopped
 Awwwwww! Awwwww!
 [ VERSE 1 ]
 It's shop time, in line, hurry on the quickness
 Couch gorillas, you all need fitness
 Word up, word up, kick out the dead presidents
 All nightmares and Elm Street residents
 Come on down, there's nothin wrong with that
 But when Booga Bears do it - it's wack
 In fact, I was in the shop the other day
 Girls, hear me out, okay?
 Reading Essence magazines
 The latest fashions, adults and teens
 Walkman kicks with the Jam that's Def
 I see a female with a mask as I glance to the left
 Slide to get my nails done
 A manicure for sure - huh, can ya dig it, hon?
 Suddenly the girl's mask came down
 Grill piece looks ill, skips town
 Pieces of skin were here, there, everywhere
 A horrorflick and scare
 Why do so much when it shouldn't be done?
 There's someone for everyone
 No, you had to go overboard
 Lipstick, but lips got cold sores
 Next time you need a fix-up, don't mix up the chop shop
 Honey, you need the beauty shoop
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 (The beauty shop
 You need the beauty shop)
 [ VERSE 2 ]
 Now fishlip with lipstick don't match
 Caked up make-up makes up the monster mash
 Splash bubblebath, don't laugh
 Not the natural look, but the truth rises to the top
 Chop into the beauty shop flock, don't drop
 Look in deep skin, then stop
 If you see no wins, don't spend your ends
 On those millions of hundreds, or even tens
 Of pairs of pieces of horse hairs, tear upon
 Ashes of trashes of where they shared food
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 Who'll be cool in the midst of confused
 With this on the mind at the end of the mop 
 Clean it up please, at the beauty shop
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 (The beauty shop
 You need the beauty shop)
 (The beauty shop
 You need the beauty shop)
 [ VERSE 3 ]
 Build up a structure, imagine a fixture
 Skip a paragraph, then develop a picture
 Oo-wee, che-check out the brand new mixture
 Artificial everything, sorry, Mister
 How could you do your generical set-up?
 And look faked up walkin the street lookin chopped up
 Material's a thing you choose to get to strike a pose
 Get cosmetic ears and get a cosmetic nose
 No Siree, because you look wack, buddy
 If loooks were makin paper, you would be broke and ugly
 Berries are suckin, yo, I wish you good luck
 Walkin up the street and still your face looks fucked
 Ain't no misbehavin, get outta here
 You look like a ghost, alakazaam, disappear
 Go on, keep thinkin you're the cream of the crop
 But what you need to be is crematated by the beauty shop
 (The shop, the shop, the shop, the shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 Your face looks chopped
 (You need the beauty shop)
 (The beauty shop
 You need the beauty shop)













