Testo Ninjas in Paris - Watsky

Ninjas in Paris

i’m drivin' to the 'burbs and before i am comin' back
im pullin' in your diveway and im rollin front to back
im shiftin' forward then reverse my car a bunch
as if my subaru’s a weiner
gettin' sexy with your cul de sac
lolol im from the Avenues
a rappin labradoodle half a watsman
half a jew
if yous' a saturday cartoon ill smack ya black and blue
im actin' ratchet with Daffy Duck
and snackin on rabbit stew
Yabba-Dabba-Do!
i gotta lick my lips
smoke a bowl with Yogi Bear, im stickin' up your
pick-I-nicks
all of this is in my head my 'magination's colorful
crayons on th brain ill scribble silly shit all on my skull
holy-cow!
i dont think they’re gonna hold me down
i recommend you listen to the record and then beat it with the Dolby sound
and im sippin' on the coldest rounds
with the preppie’s and their «goldie-locks»
but i bet a bunch a' hundreds everybody’s gonna scatter in a minute when the
police knocks
like sorry «occifer»
they’re getting sloshed occured
barasta’s broken and they made us all smoke lots of herb
im sorry honest abe, po-po dont take me way-way
'cause if you ever try to lock me up im pleadin' cra-cra
and then they’ll all say mayday,
mayday oh what did we do?
he be creepy, givin' me the heebie-jebbies
he be Hebrew
he be robo people, people, please untie me he’s behind me
what’s fifty-grand to a muthafucka like me could you please remind me?