Got a grin Bitch, show me itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun The mickity bickity back, don't act wickity-wack And you can get the fickity-finger, the You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc It's 'bout to be an unbelievable I it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, spot my next I'm picky like I missed a shavin' to sip vodka, shit Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got I wouldn't the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to me (Ha-ha) What are you, pit, rott, Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little pig snot You think you're hot shit cause you're in Well, bitch, if you're solar, I'm your polar opposite, dog Cause I'm than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit My thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin' And in chocolatey whip-toppin' So whether hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, dig this If not then rocks in flip flops And I produced the So you don't have to ask who it is when this knocks (Turn up!) So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma on saying All the shit I should be for, and probably killed for saying And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again Like 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't Do the job of killing Shady, the karma will They I must bring it as Mohammad Until the done eat away my brain And made me Robin crazy Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking a sadist Hate to say this, but if the is entertaining I ain't till be sprayed it Oh my god, for real man, not I'm shaking But before I tie a rope around nob If they don't like it, got a knob that they can on until Wait I just what I was thinking it called again? I'm blanking The thing above the balls between my legs and I I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams Go hang in the unless you came to slob me on kemosabe It's past time, like favorite hobby Cause if the way that I spit shit on my dick then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer? That she's plain addicted to my dick like Bobbit Got a her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis chopped it, and it up between her armpits And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the at least that's her train of thought is I came, saw, conquered, hit it quit it, and made up a of bonkers And I always end up these bitches some complex And I don't apartment So spread feet apart And let me see you do yoga stretches, splits Now grab Cuisinart And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite And that's to get in this bedroom, bitch Walked up to that Ke$ha (what up?) Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I'll extra quick Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Bitch, I said that this mask for hockey Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy I'm making you sick, don't you can't hear me You deaf, girl, I you was foxy I'll a bitch like Bizarre Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car And my fucking dick while I take a shit And I with my dick so come blow my mind And it tastes like pie So my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run the Humvee Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski So what's it gon' be? Put that shit Iggy You blow that rape whistle on me (Squee!) I it 'Fore I get lost the gettin' off Like this is our exit, now lets hit the and try not to get lost 'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it tomorrow)
Whatever happens here, stays So let's go all the way Til we get to Las
Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie like cable Treat every in my stable like flavors Looking like she and I get weak after like 7 days In 7 nights in the and it's our Vegas We circles and packs, we the lifesavers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy I'll bring her with me I show up to her crib waving And I ain't tryna be the neighbor I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of And all I got is a gun with a bayonet on it Next ho froze and it like I walked in to a jewelry store With a about a dollars with your mama And sat did an ALS challenge, huh I stole adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again About to get my back again About to get a pic of a with an axe in his hand Sitting on a bike in the If you ain't been nothing Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the If she current I keep her purring like the pipes on a lamp Weed got her so eyed Look like she been getting high on a to Japan I keep my jewelry on I'm fucking Sound like I'm up dice in a can Listen, this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss If is my passion I learn to give who don't appreciate my presence The gift of my I don't who you been listening to Got me fucked up like Pookie in the coop Bitch, I don't give a two Bitch, get the out of my face To make a story short, I don't really gotta stand there And listen to you while you throw a silly Even though I have an affinity for banter Starting to feel like foulplay Billy Laimbeer up, she misunderstood me I said saint, por Thought I to wait, had four doors I knock a face off Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever) I the club with my tab still open Won't get a cab for you and your friend The only fear I have is of And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow)
Whatever here, stays here So go all the way dear Til we get to Las