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Hahaha, yo did you see that? |
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Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade |
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Hahaha |
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(Hook) |
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Women at the bar want to be a star |
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Stop her on the street, she thinks you a freak |
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It's illegal to flirt when we at work |
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So nowadays I score at the grocery store |
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(Verse 1) |
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You are what you eat, no pretending to be |
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So I push my cart like an extension of me |
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Bump, bump, nope I can't fund |
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I'm the one that's probably gonna hit your cart more than once |
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Like "Excuse me, sorry, I didn't see you there |
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Yeah, I didn't see you there, with your pretty hair |
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In the condom isle, with your awesome smile |
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Tomorrow we should watch Lost, hang out a while" |
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She's got cheese, can't tell if it's cheddar |
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But you did see the way she held them bell peppers |
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Clean enough to put soymilk in the potbelly |
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Skank enough to buy sushi from the hot deli |
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It's ok though, butter and mangos |
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Down at the cold isle, organic tomatoes |
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Even the chain stores attract angels |
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Old food, safe way, traitor jokes, rainbow |
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Nipples erect in the ice-cream section |
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Steam up the glass and steal my breath |
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And you know damn well I'ma bring the dick |
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Call me the coolay man and sing my shit (oh yeah) |
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(Hook) |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Actually I would like a few samples |
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Alright? |
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Thank you |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse 2) |
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Yeah, yeah, we've all heard the old phrase |
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Felt like the start of a mid-eighties porn tape |
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Both of us reach for the last box of corn flakes |
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Headphones kickin, she was listening to Ghostface |
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Nah baby, go ahead and cop them shits |
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I'll just settle for a box of kicks |
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Turned off the iPod to talk |
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I don't know what she said, I was watching her lips |
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Pressing P interrupted by the culprit |
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She had no idea that I was shopping with a full clip |
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So many bullets, she should have been insulted |
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But she didn't, that's all that matters isn't it? No bullshit |
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Flow and swerve through my chosen words |
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Miss pumpin power to open hers |
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Yeeeah I be chilling by the frozen deserts |
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And if this don't work, I'm going to church |
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(Hook) |
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Nah, nah, nah, paper, paper |
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Nah for real put it in the paper bag |
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With handles, handles! |
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(Hook with different last line) |
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So nowadays I score at the gro-gro-gro |
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(Hook) |
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Uh, excuse me |
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What? Yeah what's your? Sarah, yeah Sarah |
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Could you do me a favour and uh, could you put the eggs on top? |
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Wooo... |