Beauty Shop lyrics

Artist  : Nikki D 
Song : Beauty Shop



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[ 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

Don't be rude, let self rule

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)