Bars (RIP T) Tones and I

[Intro]
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire

[Chorus]
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
Aeroplanes, deep massage
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire
Woo
Here I am
Flyin' down the street like Superman
And I won't do it, but my best friend can
I won't do it, but my best friend can

[Verse 1]
We got them blue jeans, got them at Costco
She hates that blue cheese, but loves Tabasco
But everybody knows that I'm your boss, yo
But everybody knows that I'm the boss, though
You know I'm gonna write the words, I'm gonna play the strings
And don't forget, I still fuckin' sing
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king

[Chorus]
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
Aeroplanes, deep massage
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire