Sure ya think that you're something
really, you are something, but not that
To a lil' kid you're an eagle of rhythm on broad many wing
But to me, you're a hairless cat
Still, i have a vision
Something you'll never have
It doesn't like derision
It makes me sweet'n'sauve
So tell me, what do you think you are bro?
Seriously, you're nothing but a wannabe
Your school crush is a hoe
You don't have any of it
Take me for instance: I'm just that kinda guy
I understand girls, love, beauty
Really, do you think you're that fly?
Listen, I've got things to tell you, of boot and looty
Hey, I'm a genius, I'll tell you all
First off, girls don't like little runts
They like em like me: strong and tall
I'm assuming you know they ani't got no taste for he who punts
You at least should know that
You're not that bad of a low rat
I've had it good, i've had it bad
Tell me, why are you lookin' so sad?
This is what i say to that little' honey lookin' over at me
What's the matter, girl, depressed?
She nods, smiles, and yes'd
So then I give her comfort, sympathy
Yeah, she brightens up, she's really speakin' it
That's how you take on them sentimental types
I'm gonna say, there are those touchy types, sensitive
There another one is, lookin' like blue sunday
So, I stroll over, with my charming smile inquisitive
I ask, what's gettin' ya down, lil' lady?
'Kay, so she looks up, shakes her head, and a tear rolls down those cheeks
I sigh, knowingly nod, and give her a hug
Wow, not even a horde of 'eeks'
She feels better now, just from that lil' hug, huh?
So tell me, am I a jerk, or do I understand the ladies?
So, I'm walkin' down the street, and there she be
Oh, that's beautiful, hm?
That is some lady majesty!
I could look all day, and sigh 'mmm'
But i choose not to, and fall in step on the other side
I watch her with my eyes open wide
To me, it's like a lil' kid waiting in line for a slide
But I let it go, she's WAY out of my league
You see, I'm not selfish, and I know I'd make life hard for her
So, like a true gentleman, I let it go
Now, don't get me wrong, I ain't joe shmo
But I can't buy no lady no expensive fur
All i have to offer is my charm
I'm not a rapper, I'm a poet
When she's crossin' the street, i give her my arm
For lookin' upon her grace, to her I owe it
I'm no cool school, but I got manners
I know when to stop
You're always trying to top
But really, it's a game, no?
Why persue it so far, moe?
Watch out for those hamms of banners
Come on, can't we all be friends?
I've got a life, you've got one too, I hope
Why don't we get on with it?
No need to die by rope!!
