[Verse 1: Genk]
I wrote this song for you but you probably don't deserve it
You're probably with some guy getting dinnered and desserted
Ain't nobody f**in' with Genk n' them
They ain't ballas, they ain't bankin' em
They don't get hoes, noone's wa*kin' em
Noone's thankin' them, ship sank again
But that ship back with a brand new model
Aristotle with a 40 ounce bottle
Socrates in a soccer tee
The Dalai lama in poverty
Used to watch Doug like every night
Used to have a crush on scary spice
Silver Sidekick was what I used
Phone died quicker than Raheem in Juice
Dressed goofy and my hair banged out
Why fit in when you can always stand out?
And some friends and some phonies
Some stay lonely in a room of homies
Then in high school, i met the ones that i got
Egging cars and hoopin' quite a lot
With the girls on the side, tannin' by the court
Ass hangin' out from bottom of their shorts
La di da di, we like to party
5 on the gas and i got shotty
Drank in our cup like Kirko Bangz
A nice teen spirit like Kurt Cobain
And I was way too turnt being the blacked out jerk
Fightin' frat boys in Tapped Out shirts
Don't mean to be that guy but that's why
I got a black eye from a black guy
Sayin' i was rude to his girl last night
But her back side made me act like
Is that real or make believe?
And that make up, maybe its Maybellene
But make up shouldn't make you, lemme take you
[Chorus: AllA]
Oh lord, I think I got more issues than vogue
I've been escaping from these problems with some rum and some coke
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
I want this water turn to wine, when the waters just fine
[Verse 2: Matt Bravado]
Check one, check two, we some Northwest dudes
Rainy nights mean taco trucks over in Bellevue
Hands in the air if you rock with me and my crew
You ain't never tore the city up like the way we do
But it's that black kid from the dub state
With a box of chicken and a big ol' plate
That Kool Aid sippin' boy eatin' those grandma cookies everyday
Yeah I'm fresh up out that barbershop clean cut to impress
Tryna super smash a chick with a my bat like Ness
La di da di da di man, we like to party
Oh my god, Genk throw up, f** it, I got shotty
And I'm probably posted up, Air Max's hangin' out the window
While I'm crusin' down Pike and Broadway lookin' for the bimbos (yeah ho!)
Say wussup (yeah ho!) say wussup (yeah ho!)
When you see me around town say wussup (yeah ho!)
Say wussup (yeah ho!) say wussup (yeah ho!)
When you see me around town say wussup (yeah ho!)
[Bridge: Genk]
I wrote this song for you but you probably don't deserve it
You're probably with some guy getting dinnered and desserted
But it's all you you can stay in the past
I'm too deep for your shallow a**
And I'm real sorry if you're people aren't there
Cause I got love for my pi R squared
[Chorus: AllA]