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We know that there are a lot of people who haven't been able to hear any Red/7-g songs.  We also know that the few of you that have heard some of the songs weren't able to tell what we were saying, since it may have been said really fast, or it just wasn't understandable.  So here's you chance to either see some of our material, or to see what we said.  Also, if you find any mistakes or spelling errors, please email us at Lyrics@Red7g.com

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Outta Whack ------------------------------------------------------------ Yo red, pump dis party... This is gotta be a joke, folk. You got no g in your whoopte (say what?). Like catapilla gees, got no cheese. Pump it on the radio, South Street playin'. Red to the 7g's no frees now. CHORUS 2X: You out of whack, Mac. So, you doin' the wrong thing like a jackass. We ain't like Hanson (but love that Manson). You packin' the stacks...so you outta whack. Hey bitch, make me some pie. Whore, the public screams for more. One big fan, lost in the band. The 7g's always kickin' in. CHORUS: You out of whack, Mac So, you doin' the wrong thing like a jackass. We ain't like Hanson (but love that Manson). You packin' the stacks...so you outta whack. [keyboard solo] CHORUS: You out of whack, Mac So, you doin' the wrong thing like a jackass. We ain't like Hanson (but love that Manson). You packin' the stacks...so you outta whack. ...Suck...My...Dick

Gyro -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHORUS: You left me like a gyro sandwich. Chicken, start pimpin'. Get a rubber...hubba hubba. I'm no Big Mac, but I'll take a hack. Have a lack of respect. Like a fat bitch, takin' a hitch, on another mother fucker. CHORUS: You left me like a gyro sandwich. What the fuck...take another chuck at me? Boy, you better flee. Not at me, at my huge booty shot gun. So what, you're gone. I wanted you to leave. Please...how could you stoop so low, fat hoe? Making all the wrong moves, sayin' who's ready for me...not he. This is how life pays, cut the "hey"s - what a gyro. CHORUS: You left me like a gyro sandwich. [keyboard solo] CHORUS: You left me like a gyro sandwich.

Life ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm running from the cops 'cause I stole some fucking mops. My mom was a hoe, my dad I'll never know. My bro got AIDS from another dick. I don't care how time ticks (anymore). The red shirt dick told me to shut the fuck up. So, I bought a 9mm, shot him in the head. This ain't the way life's supposed to go, Thought everything had to flow (no, no, no). Shot Hughey twice in the back (that's a fact). Told him not to mess with me. Ya see? (hee, hee, hee) CHORUS 2X: Life - The sacrafice of good and bad. Life - We kill people when we're mad. Life - No getting out of it or through it, Let's do this...Life. Robbed a convenience store the other day. Hey, needed the fast cash for May. Guess I'll burn in hell. But I won't tell that you raped Bobby, Must be a hobby. Wait in the lobby for the drugs. CHORUS 2X: Life - The sacrafice of good and bad. Life - We kill people when we're mad. Life - No getting out of it or through it, Let's do this...Life. [keyboard solo] CHORUS 2X: Life - The sacrafice of good and bad. Life - We kill people when we're mad. Life - No getting out of it or through it, Let's do this...Life.

Pooky & Wendy ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pooky and Wendy we love you, But you drag us down. We don't want to be your slaves, But stay with us. You're all we ever wanted. You're all we ever need. Pooky and Wendy are so wonderful (wonderful). We love you too much you see...Pooky, Pooky, Pooky and Wendy. CHORUS: That indeed is the life for me. Pooky and Wendy, please don't flee. We love you to much you see, Come on and let us be. Are you happy now? You're tearin' us down, With your tongue and bladder. So, let's go now. You're so cute and cuddly (cuddly). Pooky and Wendy keep us together, Let's keep us friends...Pooky, Pooky, Pooky and Wendy. CHORUS: That indeed is the life for me. Pooky and Wendy, please don't flee. We love you to much you see, Come on and let us be. [keyboard solo] CHORUS 2X: That indeed is the life for me. Pooky and Wendy, please don't flee. We love you to much you see, Come on and let us be.

That 70's Song ----------------------------------------------------- Disco rock tonight. Disco rock tonight. The plaid shoes and disco blues, We got it all coming to us. We had the booze and the Hooties too. With the disco ball and Cameos. Movies like "Jaws" and other stuff. The 70's are coming back. CHORUS ONE: Yeah, yeah, disco ball tonight. Get it going now! We love the 70's night. They're still coming back tonight, 70's rocking the boat. Going to my class reunion, We all partied like it's 1972... Bring back the plaid shoes. CHORUS TWO: Everybody party tonight, Because it's 70's night tonight. The disco ball comin' back. It's the 70's night.

NYPD ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have a friend named Rick, his favorite show is "The Tick". So he goes to a collector's store (what do you think). He says his name is Bob and he needs a job, But he really just wants to steal "Tick" toys. He's hoping and hoping - not provoking, And he finally gets the job. He's obviously a fake, but he hopes no one finds out. Just like Milli Vanilli, let's get some Wendy's chili, Because I really love that stuff. CHORUS 4X: You can't fight NYPD So he's driving down Route 66, Listening to his favorite club mix. He stole a crap load of toys and is trying to get away. He stole a pair of Lugz, some Arby's mugs, And a pile of illegal drugs. Poor Rick, it's true. So he's hoping to get away, thinking he just may. Until a cop pulls out onto the road. So Rick starts speeding along with the po-po proceeding. Rick will not get away. CHORUS: You can't fight NYPD [repeat until music ends]

Stuff That Sucks ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll tell you some stuff that sucks... All that luck up the butt with a duck, All those crappy movies that made number one (Not to mention all those "made-for-TV" movies) People on the streets filled with glee, When you're stuck in a traffic jam and you have to go pee. This is some of the stuff that sucks (The stuff that you see and wanna say "What the fuck?!?)" CHORUS: *NSYNC sucks my ass when I want them to, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) That pop that sits out all afternoon, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) The high-priced gift, now on sale, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) This stuff just makes me pale. (Ahhhh Ahhhh) Boy bands that get on your nerves, People who are plain out perves, Fat bus drivers who can't drive curves? (Not to mention all the hype over horney presidents) Bill Gates robbing us with Windows '98, And all the freaks who like to masturbate, Gays, queers, and faggots too (People who like to fuck all day through) CHORUS: *NSYNC sucks my ass when I want them to, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) That pop that sits out all afternoon, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) The high-priced gift, now on sale, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) This stuff just makes me pale. (Ahhhh Ahhhh) Fake campaigns and AOL, all those horney bitches that made the spot - No more shots of this shit, I have to take a piss, Who Cares?!? "Not I" said the goat, I don't need to bloat, the sinking of the boat , coming back with Cameron. Long distance, large TV's, DVD's, and all this shit for digital screens. Britney Spears' record, her boob implants, Marilyn Manson trying to make a comeback, Tom Hanks' Oscar-winning movies, and that frikkin foghorn that keeps coming back. Cheap animation, and crappy cars. Oh, did I mention: White boys trying to rap, the FBI conspiracy, CBS' low quality programming, and dumb-ass lawyers that hate this crap. Backstreet boys trying to act like *NSYNC, *NSYNC trying to act like 98 degrees. Mandy Moore like Jessica Simpson, Jessica Simpson like Britney Spears, Britney Spears like Christina Aguilera, and low budget independent films... yeah CHORUS 2X: *NSYNC sucks my ass when I want them to, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) That pop that sits out all afternoon, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) The high-priced gift, now on sale, (Ahhhh Ahhhh) This stuff just makes me pale. (Ahhhh Ahhhh)

It's Happened To Me ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ohhh-ahhh-ohhh Ya know how artists moan and groan, At the beginning of their song? Sounds like they're having sex. (It's perverted to me) [at least 30 seconds of music] Ya know how artists leave tons of space, Between every little thing they say? Sounds like they forgot the words. (It's pointless to me) Ya know how artists change their point Out of the entire song? Sounds like their writers fell asleep. (It's stupid to me) CHORUS ONE: I don't think America wants to listen to me on my views of life, Just because I sing in a band. They're for me just to get, Just watch the news on a color TV, You'll get it from Dan Rather. [keyboard solo] Ya know how artists have a really long keyboard solo, In the middle of their song? Sounds like the singer had to piss. (It's unorganized to me) Ya know how artists don't give a freak, On who they meet or see? Sounds like a publicity stunt. (It's sad to me) Red/7-g no frees now. Cheese not to please. Keese on lease, mo-fo on the teese. Now we're doin it Red/7-g style. CHORUS TWO: I don't think America wants to hear, Some dick rap to crap that makes no sense. My grandma could do better than that. Oh, but then on the contrary, I get manipulated when I hear a professor sing. You know how artists do something in their song, Then talk about it? Sounds like their last desparate attempt to impress you. (It's happened to me)

Pick It Up Now (Return Of The Foghorn) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHORUS: Well, dance! I get down now dance! Come on now dance! Feeling in here is jamming, While I'm whaming and still jamming. Let's show this crap how to react. Why this misery put you down? Get it up, I'm talking about the song on the radio ...South Street Playing. It's not about love, It's not about fun, It's whether you pick it up now! [restart song - 8 clicks] CHORUS: Well, dance! I get down now dance! Come on now dance! What you talking about? I still got these moves, Jumping and pumping all night long! Red/7-g is here tonight, To get this party started, And if you don't like - you just outta whack. Because we're playing and laying and doing all this "hey"ing. And it's time to tune up this beat now! [restart song - 8 clicks] CHORUS: Well, dance! I get down now dance! Come on now dance! If you choke on the chicken, You know that i was right. And that weenie roast is coming tonight, And we will be there. Tomorrow comes and you're still drunk, And I feel fine. Because I got this feeling in the air, To put these moves down! I don't care if you're ready for this, As long as you know that Red/7-g is still the best. Let's get it on now! [restart song - 8 clicks] CHORUS: Well, dance! I get down now dance! Come on now dance! It's not about love, It's not about hate, It's whether you pick it up now! You can know what this is by the beats in the air, But once it's here to stay, You can't pick it up, or trick it up and think it up. Because i got more rhymes than a rhyming machine now, And I'm here to stay! [restart song - 16 clicks] CHORUS: Well, dance! I get down now dance! Come on now dance! ["thank you's" (on the album only)] CHORUS: Well, dance! I get down now dance! Come on now dance!

Jail In Mexico --------------------------------------------- CHORUS: Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. They pee in a cup, And then throw it on you. Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. Oh, yes...it's true. They crap in your fried chicken, They hocker in your drink, They eat all the rocky road, Leaving only the vanilla. And you don't want to know, What they do to that. CHORUS: Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. They pee in a cup, And then throw it on you. Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. Oh, yes...it's true. BRIDGE: Mexican people are so cruel, They also smell like a mule. Mexican people are so cruel, They also smell like a mule. (Mexican, mexican, mexican, mexican...) There's poop on the floor, And they usually make you eat it. Everyday it's a living hell. They make fun of you day and night, And do perverted things to your body When you sleep. What a bunch of creeps... CHORUS: Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. They pee in a cup, And then throw it on you. Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. Oh, yes...it's true. CHORUS: Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. They pee in a cup, And then throw it on you. Ain't nobody want to go, To a jail in mexico. Oh, yes...it's true.

The Twisted Fate (And Unholiness Of Your Life) ------------------------------------------------------------------ CHORUS ONE: You hope so much that Your dreams will be coming true. But little do you know You'll be working in an office cube. Now I know what life is: A big let down. Right after this, Everyone is so depressed. This world, I'ts not even worth the test. All these drugs are boggling my mind As I hope for some sort of sign. I hope I'll die here tomorrow... What will everyone think then? CHORUS TWO: You hope so much that Your dreams will be coming true. But little do you know You'll be on the street singing the blues. And now i wonder what happens if I dissappear right in a click. You think you have life all planned out, But you don't know what it's all about. You wanna be a success when you grow up, Instead you'll work at Pizza Hut. What will everyone think then? CHORUS ONE: You hope so much that Your dreams will be coming true. But little do you know You'll be working in an office cube. [keyboard solo] CHORUS TWO: You hope so much that Your dreams will be coming true. But little do you know You'll be on the street singing the blues. CHORUS ONE: You hope so much that Your dreams will be coming true. But little do you know You'll be working in an office cube. CHORUS TWO: You hope so much that Your dreams will be coming true. But little do you know You'll be on the street singing the blues.

Nothing Left To Do ---------------------------------------------------------- [super long intro] CHORUS: The world's not ready for someone new (Is it?) I can't stand to fall'all the way through (That's right) I can see why I'm so blue (Why?) I'm stuck here with nothing left to do... ["not doing anything?" story] I'm sitting here staring at this screen, Waiting for something to come on. What am I waiting for? The shallows more. As I try to figure out What it's all about. I don't see a point in this. Now, I know this game with no big fat range. What? I thought you would already know That I'm bored to death. BRIDGE: As everyone around me is trying Meth, I don't know how to get out of this mess. CHORUS: The world's not ready for someone new (Is it?) I can't stand to fall the way through (That's right) I can see why I'm so blue (Why?) I'm stuck here with nothing left to do... ["crap" story] Look at me, I'm still not free, Watching "Rocky" on TV And renting films from Spike Lee. Why the hell am I doing this? I'm so bored that I always want to piss... Don't ask now. I'm never on a roll, I don't want to stay in this hole. BRIDGE: I really want to get busy, But all I am is dizzy From all the infomercials that I've seen. CHORUS 2x: The world's not ready for someone new (Is it?) I can't stand to fall the way through (That's right) I can see why I'm so blue (Why?) I'm stuck here with nothing left to do...

Yellow Stinky Pee ------------------------------------------ CHORUS: It's yellow stinky pee. What's it supposed to be? What can you do with pee? You'll have to see. Now there's white pee. (But it don't stink) What about red pee? (You must have humped a tree) CHORUS: It's yellow stinky pee. What's it supposed to be? What can you do with pee? You'll have to see. BRIDGE: It's not psychological, It's not mythopolical, It's not a wonder of the world... It's pee. CHORUS: It's yellow stinky pee. What's it supposed to be? What can you do with pee? You'll have to see. [keyboard solo] CHORUS: It's yellow stinky pee. What's it supposed to be? What can you do with pee? You'll have to see. BRIDGE: It's not psychological, It's not mythopolical, It's not a wonder of the world... It's pee.

Fists In The Air ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [drum cadence] So what you think it's funny? It's not I'm working my ass off to prove that I'm not a dick. Now what you doing here looking at me? I'm going in showing you and everyone else. [drum cadence] Now here i am walking around wondering if I'm still drunk. You and your team and your gay-ass scheme, I know it will not work on me. But stop and think, what's happening here? You're making things worse. Chorus: Fists in the air in the land of democracy... Shaking heavily. Fists in the air at the sky and the fact that there's nothing left to see. Now I close my eyes and I'm here alone and there's no peace left to spread, That's when my fists go really high up into the sky. So now when you've screwed everything up and there's no hope left for mankind, That's when I say there's nothing left to do but invade. [drum cadence] Chorus: Fists in the air in the land of democracy... Shaking heavily. And now there's nothing left to do but protest this. The time has come for something new, The time has come for this. And I scream one last time and wonder if you can hear me when I say..... "BLACKOUT!" "BLACKOUT!" Chorus: Fists in the air in the land of democracy... Shaking heavily.

March 2nd, 2001 ------------------------------------------- Strobe Light, Middle of the night, Time to make plans for the next day. Cops can be bad, Things that make you mad. Don't wanna be glad. Memories that i've had... CHORUS: Now speeding too fast Can get you in trouble. And throwing napkins out the window, Can do something too. Make sure to catch up, Make sure to catch up, Let's run really fast. Now stop the tape, Don't get shocked by the wave. They're stupid and slipping away. Get hit twice and turn the other cheek, Or bust a cap then you'll have to see. Get put in jail, with no bail. You mad cause you late, Don't perposterate. You might lose everything, Directly after that... CHORUS: Now speeding too fast Can get you in trouble. And throwing napkins out the window, Can do something too. Make sure to catch up, Make sure to catch up, Let's run really fast. Please don't arrest me, Just send me on my way... Eat at Fun Buffet.

Love Is Death -------------------------------------------- CHORUS: Love is death. Hate now rules. Sex and lots of drugs Is what I do.                         She has the eyes of a giant bitch, Who cannot see... You'll kill it everyday. CHORUS: Love is death. Hate now rules. Sex and lots of drugs Is what I do. Blood-sick and leg-less, That's how she'll end up now... Ohh, yeah. CHORUS: Love is death. Hate now rules. Sex and lots of drugs Is what I do. [musical intro] CHORUS: Love is death. Hate now rules. Sex and lots of drugs Is what I do.