Tribe One - Gundam Wings & Fries (Bonus Track) lyrics

(silver age, b**h. recognize) [Verse 1: P. Longest] Yeah, yeah, unh, yeah, yeah Last name: longest; first name: penis Any fine chick will tell you when they got to see this Started off local now my mind is on venus She serves up my balls and her a** is the meanest In the city faded off the greenest, purple She insists I meet one of her friends: referral Ass so fat she could hulk[?] call her mural[?] She don't like you cause you're winslow on the cheese; urkel Dropped a cum-shot that sh**'s feeling like some superglue What was only the a** is in my room super nude Menage a trois Ten s** for the two of you But that's a tradeoff for the magic Like it's herkaloo[?] Yeah, baby, I'm about to bump and grind my dick in I treat it like a mother f**ing nine-to-five Them panties what you tryna to hide Get ready for this mustache ride Everything except your shoes If you wanna come inside, yeah [Hook] X 4 Gundam wings and fries with some mustard on the side Doing diet coke shots in my giant robot [Verse 2: Tribe One] I want more cheese, lots and lots of cheese Rocking a monocle like I'm watching a opera scene Drop an atomic bomb and I promise you wanna see Ain't no stopping me, I've got a monopoly probably[?] Probably drop a hot sixteen you will not believe Cla**ic bruno in a true note Like I'm taco meat[?] I'm inspector sudden d**h in concert s**ers wanna come and get it on But I'm a mother effin monster Confident, big kahuna don dada We don't worry cause we keepin' it hakuna matata I'm a problem on the street like a jet black ten speed Right hand: microphone; left hand: empty Catch me, waving 'em right to left I'm like xbox live when I connect I suggest you might have guessed it's silver age cause We got the game so big you can bet on it in vegas [Hook] X 4 Gundam wings and fries with some mustard on the side Doing diet coke shots in my giant robot [Verse 3: Adam WarRock] With with with My mind on my money and my money on my mind With my wallet in my pocket so it's hard for you to find cause Most of these cats is Alanis Morissette-n it One hand in their pocket and the other's holding a peace sign I've got no beef, swine Cats' lives got at least nine And I hate y'all rappers so much right now like a Kelis line The police line-up have the best asian emcees, that's me Oh wait, that's it, nobody that's left to see And I rap like leprosy: cats touch me; they fall off I rain on these white man's tennis match; had to call it off Love to thirty, love to forty Thug like dirty, rock a shorty While I'm chilling with the silver plate at Wimbledon And I don't even like tennis man it's like Dennis And Mister Wilson gets the gas face lit match and a black flame Yo Kobe, tell me how my f**ing a** tastes Or whatever that damn line that f**ing Shaq say [Hook] X 4 Gundam wings and fries with some mustard on the side Doing diet coke shots in my giant robot