Bitties in the BK Lounge
Yo man let me make some Cpt. Crunch Man alright Yo man we have any milk? Yeah, what time is it? I don't know, what day is it? Don't know, well I'll tell you Well it was a Wednesday Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce And a glass of milk and some cookies Spotted in the mist was a BK logo What we said - well what do you know This chick thought I was trying to play fly 'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on Young girl, won't you take my order? She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy Can't you see I'm trying to put this band aid on my finger?" Lingering, I could tell She's a B-K mademoiselle Ripped uniform and bottom bell And some Jelly stuff on her sleeve Look to this cause I had no name tag on my collar Could be pissed cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour And then Boss Hog hollar Girl you better make this quick! She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick!" I had an idea and lickity split Took my hat off and that was it Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said Yeah now we'll see! And o' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized "Ain't you that guy?" Ain't you that girl! "De La Soul, right?" No Tracy Chapman! "Why don't you come over to the counter and write me out an Autograph?" Ha ha ha, I had to laugh She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed "What's the name of that song you sing?" Living in a fast car, I said Forget about the order I made I'll go get a slice of pizza instead Bitties in the BK lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge Bitties in the BK lounge Excuse me, would you take my order I have to go Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know! Oh yeah, Now I recognize The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries? Yes you can, but you can keep your lies Cause you know you can't diss me But your pissing me off I know where you live and I know that you're soft You're as booty as they come (booty?) And you dress like a geek My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks Look, you don't have to play fly in here I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear! But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray By the way yo, here's yours I know your just sweating me to kill the noise Of your polyester pants and thier o' so high waters Look at what you do all day but take orders You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring I know your just upset because you can't get the rat/wrap I think you Chubby for my man is living slack Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools! With one hand that punk I could snap- the kid is so skinny But we be livin fat Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda? 'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill The smell that should have been left to Masingel! Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet I got to much family to heed your threats Are you a family man? (Word booty!) Well I shouldn't be surprized Your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries Don't even try that shit! Oh damn look! (What?) Here comes one more It's your father he just finished mooping the floor Now give them a hand, its the BK clan So you can't talk garbage about who I am well, arn't we living foul Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow? Ops I meant you sorry for the mix up But your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups! I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man! I think theres something you should understand I try to be nice and help the poor make money And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy! Now B-K workers is too damn rude I think I'll go get me some Chinese food Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha-hah Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on? I don't know Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on? I don't know Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on? I don't know Maseo, what goes on? I don't know, but check me on out Bitties, y'all be flippin Ah-ah, ya buggin Bitties y'all be flippin Ah-ah, ya buggin Ask for a burger, catch an attitude The taste is worse, come off extremely rude But when I snap back, you're tamperin my food! Ah-ah, ya buggin Bitties y'all be flippin Ah-ah, ya buggin Bitties y'all be flippin Honey, your hair really looks a bore A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure Forget the burger, let's walk up over a donut store Eh ha-ha-ha-hah
Written by: PAUL E. HUSTON, O'KELLY ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY, CHRISTOPHER JASPER, DAVID J. JOLICOEUR, VINCENT MASON, KELVIN MERCER, KENTON NIX
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