Uber (Feat. Mike Jones)

Who put the spiders in my apple sauce Took the pins out my hand grenade Somebody said that I deserve to die I looked him in the eye and said the devil's not circumcised Who put spiders in my apple sauce Took the pins out my hand grenade Somebody told that I deserve to die I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised So play me a song on the guitar Got a rainforest in my cigar There's knots in my yo yo string Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king I fell in love with a go go dancer, she's a single mom The underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy Kong She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike Everything is alright, see it's written in the Psalms I told her I get rich off my little songs Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along Immediately, she dropped her shit But everywhere I go, they tell me Watch your bitch God damn I guess I got another one Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt Got my head underwater but I ain't comin' up Fuck air, my bitch's ass is like a plump pear And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she's just fair Man this life is unfair Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you I'm readin' old Playboy magazines Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it's peak You play the background, you just a member of the faculty I'm actually out here decision makin' Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin' The whole game switched when my man hit Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin' Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin' Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' Okay I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you