Letras:
Banda Shut Up

gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up

them ho-ass niggaz, feel me? I go by the name of that boy Diddy This is my man Fatboy, you know Eightball niggaz, that's right, heh [Eightball] Yea, I pull up

whining of a diesel down the interstate Dreamin' 'bout my little girls The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace Then we shut her down in another town Shower up

cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come in my battlezone (Listen to my battle cry) Get up,get up,get up,get up,come on Have me come for (aaah my battle

next big thing Let's start in with a test of your intelligence And zest for the counter-productive Up and down and roundabout and out the back And keep your mouth shut

But just a simple band who roams about the land, Dispensing plentyof frivolity. Mere folks who give distraction are we, yes, and give attraction are we, oh shut up

balance on telephone wires Psycho setting fires Caught me naked in a tree Was it me, ICP Yes I sing in a rock and roll band "Yeah dude, what's up man!"

'm stepin in, Take control and feel the band Yeah that's right everyone jam. I'm that one that lights it up We red hot like fire trucks, Burn that book, that what up, Tell that DJ turn it up

in place Step up sucker, understand Don't you know I'm the man! I'm the man! I'm so bad I should be in detention! I'm the man! Shut up! We've got