I love the way my sister smells,
I love to smell her hair
I love to ride my pick-up truck
In the warm country air

And I…
Like to scream at the microphone!
So no one understands!
I make my voice sound scary!
Deeper than any man!!

I love the way, they scream my name…
Even though they're only thirteen
Don't even write, any of our songs,
But that's ok cause in a month we'll be gone…

Ahhh yeah!, representin' the 408, here we go
I love my skrillaz and my hoes you know
Ridin my lowrider on the avenue
Drinking my 40 oz and blazing up chronic
Bustin the gat, can't fade my ebonics

You know what time it is…
It's time for everybody to do the robot!
Dance, you gotta do it now…
Glow sticks, you gotta do it now…
Gas masks,
5th graders, you gotta do it now…
Butt touching, you gotta do it now…
Ahhhh yeah!!

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