She's sitting there
Getting liquored up at the bar,
She says it's quicker to count
The things that ain't wrong with you
Than to count the things that are,
There's a seven disc
CD changer in her car
And I'm in every single slot
And you're not, awww!
I'm the logo on that
Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star,
And I'm not about to sit back
And just keep
Rhyming one syllable, nah,
Switch it up and
Watch them haters not give it up
Cause they're just not good enough,
But I'm not giving up
Til I get my respect
And I won't stop til I get enough,
Cause I'm not living up
To my own expectations, aww,
That hater alarm
Is sounding off,
And Obama took the 'bomb'
From my name, aww!
So quit crying that I took your dame,
Homie she's my dame, aww,
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin
That I'm not on my game boy
And things just ain't been the same
Since the day that I came for it,
You wear your heart on your sleeve,
I sport that white tank boy,
But you got a hard one for me,
What you hollerin my name for?
It's your bitch on my dick,
Ain't my dang fault,
Man I can't call it...