[Intro: PEZ]
Uh, yo
Some people seem to think that we're arrogant
Well, you're right
[Verse 1: PEZ]
Shit, I rock ridiculous bling
I made this shit at home on my own with some glitter and string
Plus I rock Cheezels on all my fingers as rings
Stole a granny's wheelchair and got it fitted with rims
Then I got a sound system, hooked it to the seat
Now my walker has to push me to the beat (Do it)
Plus we're so famous I got my own stalker
I hate to speak, I've even got my own talker
Stunt doubles, I got three on pay
Fuck performing, this isn't even me on stage (nah)
I don't record either, shook by the choice
Sixty does the vocals and just puts on a voice (What? It's true)
So who's heard of that Xzibit guy?
I took a trolley to his house and told him, "Pimp my ride"
If he didn't then my fists would fly
Mess his face up so bad even his fish would cry
To pick up girls, I just say that we're rappers
Ask 'em out to dinner then I take 'em to Maccas (Too cheap)
If the bitch complains then I'll flip raw dude
But it doesn't bother me 'cause then I get more food (Yes)
And fuck hip-hop, I only started rhyme
So I can go on Oz Idol and fuck Marcia Hines (That's it, bend over)
And half my lines, cats question aloud
'Cause I choose my worst rhymes and leave the best ones out (That's how we do)
Uh, yo
Some people seem to think that we're arrogant
Well, you're right
[Verse 1: PEZ]
Shit, I rock ridiculous bling
I made this shit at home on my own with some glitter and string
Plus I rock Cheezels on all my fingers as rings
Stole a granny's wheelchair and got it fitted with rims
Then I got a sound system, hooked it to the seat
Now my walker has to push me to the beat (Do it)
Plus we're so famous I got my own stalker
I hate to speak, I've even got my own talker
Stunt doubles, I got three on pay
Fuck performing, this isn't even me on stage (nah)
I don't record either, shook by the choice
Sixty does the vocals and just puts on a voice (What? It's true)
So who's heard of that Xzibit guy?
I took a trolley to his house and told him, "Pimp my ride"
If he didn't then my fists would fly
Mess his face up so bad even his fish would cry
To pick up girls, I just say that we're rappers
Ask 'em out to dinner then I take 'em to Maccas (Too cheap)
If the bitch complains then I'll flip raw dude
But it doesn't bother me 'cause then I get more food (Yes)
And fuck hip-hop, I only started rhyme
So I can go on Oz Idol and fuck Marcia Hines (That's it, bend over)
And half my lines, cats question aloud
'Cause I choose my worst rhymes and leave the best ones out (That's how we do)
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