Story behind the song
In this song, my late friend Amber Scanlan speaks, freestyles, and sings to her cat, the late great Tiger, may God rest his soul and her soul, and I freestyle over Snoop Dogg's "Sexual Eruption (Sensual Seduction)" that was on the radio in Amber's car, about how a shorty should get it poppin'. I've had a lot of left-over recordings from my digital camera, the one at Amber's house with her cat was from early January 2008, possibly the 5th I think, judging by context clues within the lyrics to the recording. The one where I'm talking about how a shorty should get it poppin' is from one time that year (2008) when Me and Amber were driving around the rotary to go down to the entrance to Mashpee Commons, the one where the entrance to the section with Stop & Shop and all that is on your right and the other entrance to the larger side with the Movie Theater and stuff is on your left. The recording with Amber talking about Pam was probably recorded in Falmouth, probably on Main Street, because Pam is this tan homeless lady with a shaved head who we used to see on Main Street in Falmouth, MA 02540, United States, usually in or in the vicinity of White Hen Pantry, or the White Hen Pantry parking lot. White Hen Pantry is no longer there, and it is now a jewelry store. Our nickname for Pam was "The Homeless Dyke". Also, she apparently used to be a client of my Dad's. There's also a reference made by me in my lyrics to this time I stabbed a fruit in the kitchen of my Dad's house at 30 Hilton Avenue, Woods Hole, MA 02543, United States, and as punishment for that I had to go with my Dad to North Barnstable, MA, United States, for this really boring meeting of this group called the World Federalists, where they had terrible food, it was almost all elderly people and it was really boring for a preteen. They are a global citizens movement that advocates the establishment of a global federal system of strengthened and democratic global institutions subjected to the principles of subsidiarity, solidarity and democracy. I think Amber's line "take it 'round and 'round" and the way she delivers it could possibly be a reference to Shawnna's line "and I make it go 'round and 'round" from her second verse in I-20's song "Slow Fuckin' (feat. Shawnna)" off of his 2004 album Self Explanatory. My song "Bless You (feat. Amber Scanlan)" was originally uploaded to my SoundClick music page at http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=541671&content=music on Wednesday 7/16/2008. The track artwork for this song is a blurry picture of Amber as she was smiling and turning her head to the right while sitting in the driver's seat of her car, illuminated by one of the car's interior lights. This picture was taken by Me with my Mom's old digital camera ??. We thought it looked kind of cool. That camera had this thing where sometimes if it wasn't using the flash, it tended to take very blurry photos, and the settings on it were kind of confusing.
Vocals by Reuben Walton and Amber Scanlan
Vocal production by Reuben Walton
Lyrics by Reuben Walton and Amber Scanlan
Composed by Reuben Walton and Amber Scanlan
Programming by Reuben Walton
Produced by Reuben Walton
Recorded by Reuben Walton
Mixed by Reuben Walton
Edited by Reuben Walton
Track artwork by Reuben Walton
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Reuben Walton: Uh, yeah, get right, get it poppin'/shawty do that poppin' lockin'/'till they get that poppin' droppin'/better fuckin' drop it drop it pop it/don't get it, stop it stop it-it/you really wanna get that gin/you really wanna smoke that Hen/you really wanna party it up/you really wanna not give a fuck/you really wanna low that hoe/blow it up blow it low and mo'/get mo' 'dro, get mo' hoes, screw it up and load some mo'/weed in the bone 'n' you don't know/we don't know no bowl/unh, yeah, get it right, get it get it pop shawty get it good get it nice shawty/and, I'm hotter than a muthafuckin' bitch, and I'm so hot/I'm hotter than a bitch, look at my slitty eyes/shit, I'm not a Luke, I'm just lookin' nosed, I multiply/you better multiply yo' shit/you better get it good and big/you better make it good and shit/you better fuckin' make it good, bitch/y'all hoes better make that 'dro/face goin' 'round the pole/they could be dancin' on the pole all night/yeah and he's payin' the stripper to fuck you twice/oh, and she fucked Obie Trice/yeah, he's lookin' so damn 'n' nice/I wanna suck your dick, man, and fight/oh, and I'm out of proportion, yeah yeah yeah, and I'm so stoned, so high/don't know it, so bry/aww ohh, man, y'all/I ain't drinkin' no mo'/I'm just takin' it home and bring it to phone/and shake it and moan/and I'm so bone, so prone, and so grown/so rone, and so pwned, and I'm so Pono
Chorus 2x
Amber Scanlan: Bless you, bless you
(clattering pot)
break it down!
Bless you, bless you
Make it go 'round!
Bless you, Bless you
Verse 2:
AS: (Singing) And my name is Farley Russell/Harvey Russell/I popped another vessel/In my chest, in my back, in my back/(coughs) And I hate that INVALID Scrubs", and on the fifth day of January, um, the weed said to Me, "Your cat is so cute, may I borrow it?", and I said, "How can a plant take care of a--"/Ohh, honey, honey, kitty-kat kitty-kat/Ouch, ow, you're a dirty kitty, you're a nasty, filthy kitty
Chorus 2x
Verse 3:
AS: (Singing/talking/rapping) Ew, what if you, what if anyone/um, tried to sneeze, on someone's gun/fifteen, of the fun/On the bomb, on a WHAT?/Get down/
RW: Wait, I'm gonna record you.
AS: Get around/take it 'round and 'round/Shake it down shake it down shake it down, shake it, da na ner ner ner ner ner, da na ner, dern, ch ch ch ch, der der, doo/Did he just bless you, I mean, did he sneeze?
RW: He just hit the spoon.
AS: (Gasps) (Singing) Mmm, why you lyin' to a lug again, lug again.../You lyin' to a lug again, a lug again.../There's a dark cat in the s--
Chorus 2x
Verse 4:
AS: (Rapping) Any pups that you need to get/gotta get a lot of fuckin' bread/gotta get a lot, a lot of fuckin' head/This is what you do, this is your fuckin' job, what you gonna do, nigga, when you on, you laid off/when you get laid off, when you get laid, or you get knocked up, or you get fat?/Nobody's gonna like you very much, are they?
RW: Where the dreads at? Oh, the beat came back, wait, what good really happened there?/I didn't really wanna have to prepare/stabbed the pear/and I had to go to that whole World Federalists thing/and you know they got better things/Better thangs to do, settle them rings/And the phone never rings/so they never answer the phone/'cause they're never down to hear the tone/every single night, they home/
AS: My rocks and my gin, got mo' gin, ain't no mo', hoe/hoe, camera ain't even workin', Reuben/
RW: It is now.
AS: Oh, it's Reuben, I mean it's workin', and that was right, Reuben/(sniffs) it's right, Reuben/and it's fight, Reub-Reuben/fight music/D12!
RW: Hoe!
AS: Cocaine!
RW: An' ah, I fuckin' snort cocaine/Just kidding, 'cause I'm not a coke-cokehead, and I don't braid/
AS: (in background) Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!
AS: Pimpin', pimp pimpin'?/Puerto Rican and I'll show you freakin'/You're freakin' like a leakin'/Leakin' you're leakin' from your, you're leakin' from your/You're leakin' from your V's/Leakin' from your knees/Y
