Time For A Whoopin, April 29, Degrees (Dazee Dizzle)
By Joy Lynn Clark
I made this mix of Time For A Whoopin, April 29, and Degrees some years ago. This was when I was playing around with the Weeknd’s kit. It was cool. Also, April 29 ended up on a mix show of house music where they said it was by David Guetta, it wasn’t. Another major influence is Busta Rhymes.
Time For a Whoopin
Things to learn and there’s things that you wanna earn
Can’t no one love you like me
Wanna see you eat, want you to have a seat
When it’s cold you should have some heat
If The bases ain’t covered they probably ain’t your lover
But you gotta get yours and you’ll be so proud
Even if they ain’t around
Got that nice purse
Or you could be the boss of your business
And they don’t refer
But your so awesome many others concur
So be a blown up star looking to you but you be so far
I just want a car
Get involved wherever you are
I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground
But I won’t be laid low
Wishing that I’m gon be getting down
But for you I just won’t go
Not just flipping my lips
I want you to grow
This ain’t just a punishment
You just got to know
You get a whooping
Don’t be sending me off quoting fairy tales
I like to read and I know them well
No matter what you say it feels good for a minute
If your lucky, here today but I won’t let you win it
Cause if I do they’ll take your life away
Do what you do everyday
Cause if you don’t they’ll take your life away
And you call my name each and every chance
And every season I’m looking for slabs
Wanna do my dance but you on the wall
And that’s why I don’t mess with none of yall
Wanna go pink? Gay records you call?
Yeah that’s what you think
I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground
But I won’t be laid low
Wishing that I’m gon be getting down
But for you I just won’t go
Not just flipping my lips
I want you to grow
This ain’t just a punishment
You just got to know
You get a whooping
One day you’ll get yours and I’ll be so proud
But today is not that day
You kill me with your words
But its much too late
And I ain’t hearing what you’ve got to say
Should’ve thought of that stuff yesterday
Be still and move your hands away
Cause it’s time for a whooping
And it’s gonna be that till you obey
I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground
But I won’t be laid low
Wishing that I’m gon be getting down
But for you I just won’t go
Not just flipping my lips
I want you to grow
This ain’t just a punishment
You just got to know
You get a whooping
Elaborate stories better left wrote down
Giving me details and squeeze your nose like a clown
I understand you’ve got this urge to
Purge this information
Make me sick like a patient
It’s my memory your taking
And I can’t keep trackof all these bytes
Wanna hook it up then you should write
But it all adds up and if its not true
I can’t take it from you
Cause my math is tight and my lit
Don’t slip so jot it down
And look back at it
Wanna be on high school script?
Imma make you get degrees for it
I don’t wanna cut you down to the ground
But I won’t be laid low
Wishing that I’m gon be getting down
But for you I just won’t go
Not just flipping my lips
I want you to grow
This ain’t just a punishment
You just got to know
You get a whooping
