[Verse 1: OwdaBounds] This that, Friday night, stage lights, packed crowd sh** Now I'm back stage, acts play, real loud sh** Music goin, doobies blowin I like Ladies in the middle drunk b**bies showin alright Man I swear that these music critics is deaf They hatin and debatin if these kids is the best Everybody havin pillow talk while we bein slept on Yet they favorite song is our next song and the next song I mothaf** this mothaf**in mothaf**er up Cause I got bored with playin games yall just rummikub Plus they used to say that einstein was retarted So I take it as a compliment when yall say I'm dumb as f** I talk down on some blogs and make yall switch Yall don't hear me like a shofar at auschwitz Makin crowds break they face in the mosh pit Now we got all the haters screamin awwww sh** [Hook] You don't hear what I'm talking You don't hear me, you don't hear me come on You don't hear what I'm saying You don't hear me, you don't hear me come on Drop that a** for a playa, mami Drop that a** for a pimp what what Drop that a** for a playa mami Drop that a** for a pimp what what I'm the man with the damn flow (but you don't hear me) I rap like I'm Van Gogh (but you don't hear me) I guess you gotta give em what they ask for So everybody get that a** on the dance floor Wave ya hands, wave ya hands In the air, in the air Do a dance, do a dance I dont care, I don't care You could do the humpty hump Or you could do anything, do what you want Go to the club, have some fun First get a babysitter for your youngest son (He shouldn't be home alone) Maybe take him to your granddparents Then you can shake it like a bad parent (That's it) Move ya body, you a hottie Native Strangers newest members of Illuminati [Hook] [Outro: OwdaBounds]