k**a-kc - What Up Doe lyrics

Ward, I think you were a little hard on the Beaver So was Eddie Haskal, Wally, and Ms. Cleaver This guy keeps screamin', he's paranoid! Quick, someone get his a** another steriod! "Blahbity bloo blah blah blahbity bloo blah!" I ain't hear a word you said, "hipidy hooblah!" Is that a tank top, or a new bra? Look, Snoop Dogg just got a f**in' b**b job! Didn't you listen to the last round, meat head? Pay attention, you're sayin the same sh** that he said! Matter fact, dog, here's a pencil Go home, write some sh**, make it suspenseful, And don't come back until something dope hits you f** it! You can take the mike home with you! Lookin' like a cyclone hit you, Tank top screamin', "Lotto, I don't fit you!" You see how far those white jokes get you Boy's like "How Vanilla Ice gonna diss you?" My motto: f** Lotto! I get the 7 digits from your mother for a dolla tomorrow