JIMMY FALLON lyrics - Blow Your Pants Off

Jeremy (Linsanity)

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At home Shooting free throws And three-point shots Waiting for a job Name not yet a pun Carmelo injury Came out of nowhere like an asian tebow The knicks were 8 and 15 Oh, and before that no one really cared Now jeremy is winning And the knicks don't suck Jeremy linsanity Jeremy linsanity Clearly, I remember Pickin' on the boy Seemed a little harvard nerd Oh, and he beat kobe bryant Set a screen And took it to the hole to show That asian men can drive And he hit them with a surprise three And the crowd went crazy Oh, now he's famous Just turned down a date With kim kardashian Spike lee's on the sideline cheering Yeah, and tickets to a game cost 800 bucks Now that the knicks are winning It's a miracle Jeremy linsanity Jeremy linsanity Try to bank this Try to bank this Try to bank this Try to bank this Off the backboard

NBA Allstars

JAE MILLZ
[Introduction] (Let's Go) It's the N.B.A! (YEA) They cheerin for me (Huh it's me) And now (captain of the team) (I love you too) (Alright let's go) Startin at (I love you too!)All 5 positions (ha-ha) Straight from Harlem N.Y.C (Lights out for me) it's Jae Millz Ownin on the beat...it's the N.B.A! UHUHH! [Chorus] We up and down the court Back and forth Save the talk for the post-game It's time to ball It's the N (n) B (b) A (a) N (n) B (b) A (a)!! I'm shootin, I'm dishin I'm dippin, I'm dunkin! Nobody lazy on my team Playa we all runnin It's the N (n) B (b) A (a) N (n) B (b) A (a)!! [Verse 1] Homie I'm too fast for an instant replay You gotta freeze that, speed back The defender ain't even see that Guardin me is like the ref. tryin to D' Shaq Or seein a citizen tryin to guard T-Mac Don't even reach haters I'm like B. Davis One dribble (LOOK) Now I'm past three playas No matter who you ask (ask) I'm the main topic Roll it better than Gerve Not even Yao can block it When I'm heatin up There's no way to stop it Perform like LeBron Dribble up stop and pop it I'm like Jermaine O'Neal K.B K.G Fresh outta high school Playa don't hate me Get the roc and switch speed fast like Steve Nash And get my Jason Kidd on and dish off a sweet pass And just when you think the lane to the basket is empty I finish it off with an oop like Finely OH! [Chorus] [Verse 2] I'm tough in the zone Can nobody stop me? (Nobody) And I love this game It's not just recreation or a hobby No point-guard But my no-look is swifter than Vlade's And my young energetic defense is like Omarie's So don't drive down my lane Cuz like Artest I won't just lock you up I'll rap you in chains And in offense Who you gon get to get me When I'm movin' through the D swiftly Rainin on 'em like Nowitzki Droppin trips like Stojakovic My shot fierce like Paul Pierce I barely acknowledge picks Put your best man on me Put your whole camp on me I'll leap over your team like Vincanity Or Shawn Marion cause I be jumpin But my game is big Like T.I.M Duncan My heart is huge like Iverson's And if you ever guard me, like Marbury I'm invitin 'em and slicin 'em [Chorus] [Verse 3] I doubt you find anyone as smooth as this I'm a Vet like Erving Whether it's Johnson or Julius The court is where my heart beat You can't guard me I'm a beast on the court Like Lenny B. and Barkley If I want I can glide like Clyde Or drain three's in your eyes Like Byrd from any side I could, lace up my sneaks And leap like Dominique Or I, could give your team flashbacks Of Pistol Pete point blank Gettin the win for my team is the job That's why, on the court I'm the King like Bernard All in above the rim like Daryl Dawkins Or flat our single handedly Disgracing your team like Jordan Either way I'm puttin it down Playa I been had games Since I've checked The Mack-a-Do was around You ain't gotta ask You know how I'm built Drop three digits on your team Alone like Wilt You know what it is YEAA! [Chorus]

The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines

JONI MITCHELL "Mingus"
words by Joni Mitchell music by Charles Mingus I'm down to a roll of dimes I'm stalking the slot that's hot I keep hearing bells all around me Jingling in the lucky jackpots They keep you tantalized They keep you reaching for your wallet Here in fools' paradise! I talked to a cat from Des Moines He said he ran a cleaning plant That cat was clanking with coin Well, he must have had a genie in a lamp 'Cause every time--I dropped a dime--I blew it He kept ringing bells Nothing to it! He got three oranges Three lemons Three cherries Three plums I'm losing my taste for fruit Watching the dry cleaner do it Like Midas in a polyester suit It's all luck! It's just luck! You get a little lucky and you make a little money! I followed him down the strip He picked out a booth at Circus Circus Where the cowgirls fill the room With their big balloons The Cleaner was pitching with purpose! He had Dinos and Pooh Bears And lions--pink and blue there He couldn't lose there! Des Moines was stacking the chips Raking off the tables Ringing the bandit's bells This is a story that's a drag to tell (In some ways) Since I lost every dime I laid on the line But the cleaner from Des Moines Could put a coin In the door of a John And get twenty for one It's just luck!

Bank Of Bad Habits

JIMMY BUFFETT "Barometer Soup"
The rumors and the stories of my past I can't deny I'm no Saint Ignatius but again I'm no barfly The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul Bank of bad habits The price of vice foretold One by one they'll do you in They're bound to take their toll The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul Last night I said goodbye to a dear old friend of mine Just a throw back shell beach party, nothin' really asinine Rum and cooked animals and bullshit by the ton That party lasted way too long and I had too much fun Bank of bad habits The price of vice foretold One by one they'll do you in They're bound to take their toll The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I've got this bank of bad habits in a corner of my soul That bank of bad habits is worth its weight in gold Time for you to spend that dough You're the only one you owe So put away those alibis You can't fool that Banker in the sky [Spoken:] Now let me tell you about the 7 Deadly Sins: 1. Pride...Thou shalt not have pride in thy neighbor. 2. Coveting...Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife. 3. Lust...Thou shalt not lust after his neighbor's wife. 4. Anger...Do not be angry with your neighbor's wife. 5. Gluttony...Do not eat thy neighbor's wife's ........popcorn. 6. Envy...Do not envy your neighbor's wife. 7. Sloth...Do not be a slob. And the eighth deadly sin is............PIZZA! A picture's worth a thousand words just ask a cameraman And it's no sin to stop and look, I do it when I can But you have to purge that urge to merge You have to keep your head Or trouble is what you will find inside some stranger's bed Bank of bad habits The price of vice foretold One by one they'll do you in They're bound to take their toll The wrong thing is the right thing until you lose control I've got this bank of bad habits It's worth it's weight in gold

One Fine Day (Un Bel Dì)

KATHERINE JENKINS "Living A Dream"
If I had a perfect day I would have it start this way Open up the fridge and have a tall boy yeah Then I'd meet up with my friends Head out to the game again We don't even really even care who wins (Hey) Wins (Hey) one, two, three Now the time just seems to fly when we're hanging with the boys When we're cheering and when no one keeps the score Now the game is cool to see, you can high five up to me Count them running over one, two, three Operation is inside and the field is open wide When you break everything you know you're still alive And The cops will you make you pay if you think you'll get away Then you know that it's One Fine Day (Hey) And before the day was through We could torch a car or two Then have ourselves another tallboy yeah Water hoses in the lot That's the real game that's on I don't really give a shit who wins, (HEY!) Wins (HEY!) one, two, three Now the time just seems to fly when we're hanging with the boys When we're cheering and when no one keeps the score Now the game is cool to see, you can high five up to me Count them running over one, two, three The Offspring - One Fine Day Operation is inside and the field is open wide When you break everything you know you're still alive And The cops will you make you pay if you think you'll get away Then you know that it's One Fine Day (Hey) I believe it's my God-given right To destroy everything in my sight It never gets dull, it never gets old The only it gets is more bold Drinkin', Fightin', Goin' to the game In our world it's a way to stay sane If you're askin' me, to have it my way I'd say that's One Fine Day Now the time just seems to fly when we're hanging with the boys When we're cheering and when no one keeps the score Now the game is cool to see, you can high five up to me Count them running over one, two, three Operation is inside and the field is open wide When you break everything you know you're still alive And The cops will you make you pay if you think you'll get away Then you know that it's One Fine Day (Hey) Then you know that it's One Fine Day Hey Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Steam

MICK JENKINS
Since oakwood I been moving this dope Tryna give you this truth, so potent, every line is Quote, 'overhit', I'm a fiend Niggas scratchin' like I been in the DJ booth I know that we ain't heard it like this since the South Side expected to be so uncouth, or allude Assassins made you believe that it's easier to coat with in the coupe You don't want this small water words that I wrote Puff puff to the joint, go pull They shootin' ova there where the youngins playn games Dubbed up, betta run no goose I know that you don't want no noose A lil' too loose with chores, betta choose yo sword, much wiser I'm tired to see this drink, more water Be the only time when I ever beat it down When I tell these niggas stink more harder A SPS scholar, pardon, I think more chader Momma had to think more further Pops never even thought about it Cops only seen one side, they can solve profiles Niggas don't doubt it, niggas already know mine Showtime, spit a couple clothes line While yo beat is superfluous, coat signed? Seven high King's drive picture me rollin' South Side, where they shoot magazines I'm alive, never picture me posin' I ain't neva did CQ And I ain't eve claimed GD I'm with my folks Know I got a gingerale with my smoke Know I got a pair of cuff with my loafs Do it for the free even when I'm broke College dropout, he drive slow Man we like the A-team tracks, like an A-bomb, I've been spitting napalm Tell me do you feel it, tell me is it burning? Tell me if you learning, tell me can you tell that this nigga is the realest? Nigga I'm a realist So many layers and it's really 'bout how many you peelin' back Give it to the people with appealing facts Make it so loud that you can still smell it from like Three blocks down when they seal the pack Send it thru the mail, you don't get it till like three years later, And it still a smack Some like how they brew and seal the Jack How can you hate on that? That's best I told y'all, I don't even know one win no debate on that I can bet on that I'm a keep droppin' bombs, I don't really gotta flex with that He don't stress fo' that, he don't even act stressed fo' that So if you wonder where the check for a nigga on his shit

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