Just Lose It

Eminem, Dr. Dre, Mike Elizondo, Che Pope, Mark Batson

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[Intro]
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, okay
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright, stop, pajama time

[Verse 1]
Come here, little kiddies, on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand-new rap?
And I don't mean "rap" as in a new case
Of child molestation accusations
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, no worries
Papa's got a brand-new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything but little boys
And that's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bung-hole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little poot-poot, it's okay
Oops, my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass
Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, you know you're my world
Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah)

[Post-Chorus]
Well, it's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way 'til Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday, I don't know what day
Every day's just a holiday
Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kinda breezy
Let the top down and my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin', all I know is
When I get there, someone's gonna touch my body

[Verse 2]
'Scuse me, miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?
Spit on me? Maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)
Now, what's your name, girl? What's your sign?
Man, you must be up out your mind
Dre (Ah-ah), beer goggles, blind
I'm just tryin' to unwind, now I'm

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass
Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, you know you're my world
Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah)

[Post-Chorus]
Well, it's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was runnin' butt-naked
Down the street screamin' (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Your honor, I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy, we got you on tape"
Yellin' at an old lady to touch my body

[Verse 3]
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality look, it's B. Rabbit
Yo, you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man
Chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubby
I don't have any lines to go right here, so chubba-Teletubby
Fellas (What?) Fellas (What?)
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous (What?)
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or
Butt squeezin', it's the season
Just go (Ah-ah-ah-ah), so appeasin'

[Chorus]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass
Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, you know you're my world
Alright, now lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just lose it (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Go crazy (Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Oh, baby (Ah-ah), oh, baby, baby (Ah-ah)

[Outro]
Touch my body
Touch my body
Oh, boy, just touch my body
I mean, girl, just touch my body

[Intro]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor
Alright stop, pajama time

[Verse 1]
Come here little kiddies on my lap
Guess who's back with a brand new rap
And I don't mean rap as in a new case
Of child molestation accusations
Ah ah ah ah ah, no worries
Papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I've done touched on everything but little boys
That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes
Good god, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes, and just glide
To the center of the dance floor
Like TP for my bung-hole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot," it's ok
(fart sound) Oops my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

[Hook]
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy, shake that ass
Whoops I mean girl, girl girl girl
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Just lose it (ah ah ah ah ah)
Go crazy (ah ah ah ah ah)
Oh baby (ah ah) oh baby, baby (ah ah)

[Verse 2]
It's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday
I don't know what day
Everyday's just a holiday
Cruisin' on the freeway, feelin' kind of breezy
Let the top down and my hair blow
I don't know where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there someone's gonna (touch my body)
Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Would you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out (yeah)
Now what's ya name girl, what's ya sign?
(Man you must be up out yo mind)
Dre (ah ah) beer goggles, blind
I'm just tryin' to unwind (now I'm)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was runnin' butt naked
Down the street screamin' (ah ah ah ah)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said "Save it, boy we got you on tape
Yellin' at an old lady" (touch my body)
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It's real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's "8 Mile" now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality, look! there's B. Rabbit
"Oh you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man!"
Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba
I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubby
Tellytubby fellas (what) fellas (what)
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous (what)
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or butt squeezin'
It's the season, just go (ah ah ah ah)
It's so appeasin'

[Hook]

Tamam, bilin bakalım kim geri döndü
Shady geri dönü, arkadaşınıza söyleyin
Şimdi herkes dans pistine rapor versin
Rapor versin, rapor versin
Şimdi herkes dans pistine rapor versin
Pekala dur, pijama vakti

Buraya gelin küçük çocuklar, kucağıma
Bilin bakalım kim yeni bir rap ile geri döndü
Ve rap derken yeni bir çocuk soruşturması suçlamasından bahsetmiyorum
Ahah, merak etmeyin
Babanın oyuncaklarla dolu yeni bir çantası var
Gürültü çıkarmak için başka ne yapabilirdim?
Küçük erkekler haricinde her şeye dokundum

Bu Michael'a bir bıçak değil
Bu sadece bir metafor, ben sadece sapığım
Bazen biraz deliriyorum
Kafiyelerimde bazen kontrolü kaybediyorum
Tanrım, daldır, biraz yana kay
Eğil, ayak parmaklarına dokun ve süzül
Dans pistinin ortasına doğru
Kıçımdaki tuvalet kağıdı gibi ve eğer bir tane salarsan sorun değil

Kimse bilmeyecek, kim duyabilir ki?
Bir pırt pırt yap, sorun değil
Ups cd'm takıldı
Ve şimdi herkes senin bir tane saldığını duydu

Şimdi seni dans ettireceğim, bu senin şansın
Evet oğlum, salla kalçayı, ups kızım demek istedim, kızım
Benim dünyam sensin biliyorsun kızım, pekala şimdi kaybet

Bugün cuma ve benim günüm
Eskiden pazar gününe kadar parti yapardım
Belki de pazartesiye kadar, bilmiyorum hangi gün
Her gün tatil
Karayolunda geziyorum, eğlenceli hissediyorum
Arabanın üstü açık, saçımı uçuşturuyor
Nereye gittiğimi bilmiyorum, tek bildiğim
Oraya vardığımda birisi benim vücuduma dokunacak

Af edersiniz bayan, bir pislik gibi konuşmak istemiyorum
Ama işten sonra biraz stresli oluyorum
Karnıma yumruk atıp saçımı çekebilir misin?
Üzerime tükürüp belki gözümü çıkarabilir misiniz, evet
Şimdi, adın ne kızım, burcun ne?
Dre: Adamım aklını kaçırmış olmalısın
Dre! Tanrım kör oldum
Sadece biraz rahatlamaya çalışıyorum ve şimdi ben

Şimdi seni dans ettireceğim, bu senin şansın
Evet oğlum, salla kalçayı, ups kızım demek istedim, kızım
Benim dünyam sensin biliyorsun kızım, pekala şimdi kaybet

Bugün günlerden salı ve karakoldayım
Hapisteyim ve neler olduğunu bilmiyorum
Çıplak bir şekilde koştuğumu söylüyorlar
Sokakta ve bağırarak
Peki, üzgünüm, hatırlamıyorum
Tek bildiğim ben suçlu değilim
Dediler ki: "Kes sesi, seni yaşlı bir bayana vücuduma dokun diye bağırırken kaydettik"

İşte şimdi rapin patladığı kısım
Gerçekten şiddetleniyor, kimse ses çıkarmasın
Her şey şu an 8 Mile mış gibi görünüyor
Tempo geri geliyor ve herkes kendini kaybediyor
Gerçeğe dönüş, bak o B-Rabbit
Hey adımı atışmaya mı yazdırdın? Ben olgun bir adamım
Tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba tubba
Burda söyleyecek bir satırım yok bu yüzden tubba

Beyler, ne, beyler, ne
Sol taşagınızı tutun, sağdakini kıskandırın
Siyahı kızlar, beyaz kızlar, ince kızlar, şişman kızlar
Uzun kızlar, kısa kızlar, tüm kızları çağırıyorum
Herkes dans pitine rapor versin
Bu birazcık romantik olman veya kıçını sallaman için şans
Şimdi sezonu, sadece git, bu çok

Şimdi seni dans ettireceğim, bu senin şansın
Evet oğlum, salla kalçayı, ups kızım demek istedim, kızım
Benim dünyam sensin biliyorsun kızım, pekala şimdi kaybet

Vücuduma dokun, vücuduma dokun
Oh oğlum vücuduma dokun, yani kızım vücuduma dokun

Curiosités sur la chanson Just Lose It de Eminem

Sur quels albums la chanson “Just Lose It” a-t-elle été lancée par Eminem?
Eminem a lancé la chanson sur les albums “Encore” en 2004, “Just Lose It” en 2004, “Curtain Call - The Hits” en 2005, et “Like Toy Soldiers - Single” en 2005.
Qui a composé la chanson “Just Lose It” de Eminem?
La chanson “Just Lose It” de Eminem a été composée par Eminem, Dr. Dre, Mike Elizondo, Che Pope, Mark Batson.

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