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(...Step on your fingernail) (damn!) (that's ok, I can play with one hand... see? sounds good) oh, goddamn, I saw a goddamn fucking goddamn goddamn whoa! oh, goddamn (fucking goddamn) oh, goddamn oh, goddamn oh, goddamn shit, yeah it's cool (oh, goddamn y'all) shit, yeah it's cool (oh, goddamn) shit, yeah it's cool (oh, goddamn) shit, yeah it's cool (oh, goddamn) shit, yeah it's cool (oh, goddamn) play it on the radio shit, yeah it's cool shit, yeah it's cool shit, yeah it's cool (oh, goddamn) come here one time, what's up ya'll I got this fucking rim going on out here SongtexteI'm gonna give a shout out to my home boy up in L.A. wassup boy? wassup yo? come on! (oh, goddamn) yo, this goes out to my homeboy Tre, going on in Chapel Hill yeah, shouts out as a.k.a. known as "Roadie Killer" New York City, mmhm New York City, urgh! New York City, ur New York City yo shouts out to my main manager man, Al Wolmark, known as a.k.a. "you pride of motherfucker" CEC CEC CEC bring in the bass, ya'll! (G!) yeah! and I thought that's how you felt about the motherfucker! yeah! I thought that's how you felt yeah Sledge, bring in the bass yeah! for those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, ya come on! for those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, come on! for those of ya'll that wear fannie packs (and ponytails!) come on! for those of ya'll that wear fannie packs (and pony...tails) I've got the fucking on! yeah! my boy Sledge on the bass in your face! my boy Ben on the piano, comin' in, let him in! let him in! yeah! let my boy Ben in alright yeah (hey D! hey D!) yo, wassup? (oh, goddamn) (you gonna let me in D?) wassup? (you gonna let me in?) yo, let that piano solo in (let me in!) (let me in!) goddamn! yeah, yeah, yeah yeah! yeah, ah I been around your mother I've seen things happen I don't mind singing and I don't mind rapping like I could find another hundred ways to get my shit I play the piano (goddamn, we're so funky shit!) yeah, I said for those of ya'll with fannie packs this song's coming out, it's coming at ya! I wanna borrow an Alan wrench I wanna borrow some duct tape I wanna borrow a mic cable bass in your face (ugh!) bass in your face (ugh!) bass in your face (ugh!) bass in your face (ugh!) yo G, see in alright (let's break it, break it, break it down) we're gonna break this shit on down gimme some bass (aaaaaaaaaaaah) ah, that pretty good bring this shit in! (oh goddamn!) (oh goddamn!) (oh goddamn!) (oh goddamn!) shit, yeah it's cool shit, yeah it's cool shit, yeah it's cool (yeah) shit, yeah it's cool (shit, motherfuckers) play that cymbal, man play that tasty, tasty high hat work (oh, I'm gonna bring that tasty high hat work) (I'm gonna bring that shit in) I wanna taste it, man (right now!) (yeah) (goddamn) ya, this sound goes out to my main man at The Point in Atlanta wassup, G? gimme my fucking monitor man! (Bernie!) I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that it won't go any higher than that because the transistors, the resistors, they won't go any higher! (yo, yo, eh!) alright, yo, take this motherfucker out with a piano solo goddamn, ugh! uh, god- damn uh alright turn that shit out 1! 2! 3! 4! ugh! (I hoped you taped that) (That's our next single) (Oh, they've left) (They gave up) ("These guys are fucking idiots.") (That sucked!) Aus Songtexte Mania