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[Verse 1: Kool A.D.] No Boho, catch me up in SoHo Dressed like a hobo, get fo' hoes and close to no clothes But cocoa, fo'sho', though. "Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, " Kool A. Deezy like, "Easy, no photos." Kool-aid dizzy like Drizzy, man, like "He ain't coppin' that, is he, man? " No, no No, he isn't, though record companies hoard the guap (damn) Kid's up in magazines and can't even afford to cop Can't even afford to shop. So, I can't afford to stop Until I can afford a Ford or even a Rav4 for pops No, a Volvo; I should probably do better than that Hope to get a Gordon Gartrell sweater off cheddars from raps I shoplifted Tao Lin's "Shoplifting from American Apparel, " But I didn't get caught like Perry Farrell. Hot Strawberry, Dar (r) yl Hanna-Barbera Burberry cologne on, looking for a skull to get my bone on Phone on, phone is ringing. "Oh my god me no answer no private call Me no think me canno scribe at all. need a heineken a line and a tylenol And another line again, and another heineken." All of the mendicants scam to sell the women cool water Cool, I'll just bring 'em me. All up in the vatican, yo [Verse 2: Heems] Is it parody, comedy, novelty, or scholarly? SongtexteA little bit of column A, a little bit of column B A little common projects, a little bit of wallabies Probably. You can always find me where the challah be Yeah, that's bread, that's cheese, that's big meats Rita Ice [?] put Slim in her raps about Big Meech Catch me on the Big Beach with a girl that dig me Olive skin, short hair, she stay quotin' biggie And listening to Grizzly, stay hatin Drizzy We be gettin busy, she tell me that she miss' me Some girls want to kiss me and others want to diss me Call me mister "Damn, he ain't tweetin that is he? " Boots true Eccos, too. His loose noogz, cuckoo All these other rappers be rapping like poo-poo Pee-pee, caca. Heem a Don Dada You can try to comprehend it, dog, why bother? Taliban Chic, I'm a Taliban Freak Mister tally man told me I'm bananas last week Went from broke to makin', like, a stack a day Kobe beef burger to Sushiya Japan, eh Went from public school cafeteria food melees To fresh prosciutto shipped in to-day from San Daniele A Young Pelé. You rock jeans from Pepe Big microphone hippie. Hit New Dilly, really Me mind 'pon me melanin, melanin 'pon me mind Russell Crowe flow, that's hustle plus grind Grind Grind Grind [Outro] Aus Songtexte Mania