Lyrics:
Jij bent echt zo boos cause I'm up now
Doe niet zo jij bent niet die guy
Doe niet zo jij bent niet die guy
Ik zie wat je doet heb je door
Zie je
over there, I'm everywhere they not
You never play me, nice try, balling in a nice spot
No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch
You don't want no
One emotion
It's all over the place
You let it get out
It cuts in your face
One emotion
Back of a shop
Everybody wants what the next guy's
Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit,
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
offense
Yeah you a familiar face
You a familiar snake
You a familiar alien and Imma go
Predator on all of you fakes
Who you gon' next imitate?
Who you gon'
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
Let me tell you 'bout a guy I know
He is my baby and he lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
He brings me coffee in my favorite
wearing-comparing
My gifts to my homeboy next door to me
A gift here, none there, but who cares
My little sister needs a comb just to braid her nappy hair
But here we
weekend at their local next door
The promoter asks how many tickets I could sell
I say 'the biggest crowd you've ever had'
But then I sell only two
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
to south alive
I looked back up at the youth
He took out a knife and was surrounded by
What could've been ten or a thousand guys either way
We're out
On the couch waiting for the end
Man I can't wait for the next day to begin
'Cause in the morning getting ready for work
She drove by my house with her new guy
Some time to get away from
From all these rumours
I can't take it no more
My best friend said
That's why I'll never
Be with the girl next door
is all fake, by the way
I don't want any of the guys to think I'm suicidal or something
That'd be crazy
Yeah, this song was supposed to be serious,
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
fact
Everybody, put your hands up
I’m done with this rhyme
Put your man up on the mic
To finish it for me
You guys are sex rhymes, you’re getting horny
on a bus after working, I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms, my arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next to you says she loves
and look after our stereo
There have been news report of steres being stolen"
"Good idea
Keep the doors locked no matter what
I love you sweaty"
So the guy
was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would
slaughtered
His schizophrenia hits and the people turn into monsters (Don't listen to them, Don't listen to them)
He looks next to him, is another guy
don't want it, I don't want it
I'm just a man who wanna be wanted by a good woman, yeah
Yeah I'm rare, breath of fresh fucking air
And only put in time
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