Cricketz [feat. Tyga] - Squeaky Clean Version New Boyz

Hey, Hey, New Boyz
I remember when Pharell
Used to rock the tight jeans
With ice creams
While ridin' his skateboard
It was like sight seein'
Too lame he was afraid to change
If my middle finger could speak
Then I'd say the same
Nigga I'd state my name
Call me legacy bitch
Mrs. Sweetheart
A.K.A. let me see tits
Doin' too much like a marvel back flip
Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric
Where the haters at? Heller I found you
No, I don't give a F word about you
ITune me, leave us alone
Why don't you do you & go help a clone
Get it? Hey, another damn thing
You'll never see me care about another man's jeans
I don't even know, like all through the years
Seem like everywhere I go
The only thing that I hear is...

Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Na, Na, Na, Na, New Boyz
Na, Na, Na, Na, Tight Jeans
Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Oh my, oh my, Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?
Like, Yeah I rock skinnys
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
Yeah I rock, Yeah, Yeah I rock skinnys {so what?}
If you got something to say then please step up
{Ooh, they like Cricketz too}