Heath McNease - Oodastenda lyrics

[Verse 1] Once upon a time in the ATL In the land of the free and the brave as well There was a little boy and they paid him well But wouldn't know it cause he'd never leave a paper trail Knew that he could rap, so devised a plan To get the white girls out [?] To give 'em high fives and [?] And when they buy my brand I'mma supply a demand Leavin' the venue in the white sedan And with a rubber band tight 'round a nice little gram Germicide wipe-wiping my hands Threw a fake deuce to a 5-0 little man (man) Then I tossed him a donut Right out the window, he know that he want it Chocolate eclair with a strawberry on it Gang signs up, no I already throwed it Oink oink, little Wilbur Why the contents of my car gettin' pilfered? Why this little narc lookin' like Dilbert wanna frisk me Why he looking for a thrill for? (Hm?) Why don't you take me to dinner first All fuss, all bacon, all liverwurst Y'all hall monitors with a ticket purse Talk to me like I ain't grown y'all get a verse [Hook] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! (What they say?) Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! (Spirit of interpretation, maybe?) [Verse 2] When I pull up in the whip [?] then I dip Now she wanna drive a bid Cause I talk like Kidd Mr. Feeney's voice up in the [?] Knight rider the right night as a night light [?] Limewire [?] I'mma autopilot whenever you're night night (Hey, hey) Now that's Ha**elhoff-ing T.J. Hooker type apple-saucing No boots and no Apple Bottoms French lick hick to my Magic Johnson Three-man weave [to my town in Boston?] Jersey retired 'til the Mavericks talking General manager Raptors office Told me that I'm the white Rafer Alston AND1 nickname, "Oodastenda" [?] two-step to that vendor One quart, dog, and two foam fingers I don't get paid, you don't neither [Hook] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin! Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight... Izzo kizzay! Izzall rizzight! Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee! [Monologue by Heath] I loved AND1 basketball so much. And I always wanted (laughs)-- I always wanted to play. The thing is, I can't dribble like that. I learned how to play basketball by watching John Stockton play...? Um, and he like never dribbled between his legs--ever... So I used to just pa**, play defense, get a nasty jump shot. So my AND1 nickname used to be "Chest Pa**"... it used to be "CHEST PASS" But then, man, I switched it over, and earned a nickname... from all the nasty splash, all the nasty wrist rotations called "Ooh That's Tender" O-O-D-A-S-T-E-N-D-A-- "Oodastenda". That's my AND1 nickname now. So when you see me at your park, when you see me at your church league, splashin' on fools? With 18-foot rainbows right in front of your pastor's face? (laughs maniacally) Praise. The Lord. That's what "Oodastender" is. That's what it means to me [Hook] Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch! Hilzzoo? My gizzirl! Brillzing her izzin!