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For Those Of Y'all Who Wear Fanny Packs

Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn

Fuckin' goddamn, goddamn, woah

Oh goddamn, shitchya it's cool

Play it on the radio

Come here one time, wassup y'all

I got this funky groove goin' on

I gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in L.A.

Wassup boy? Wassup y'all, come on

Yo, this goes out to my homeboy Trey

Going out in Chapel Hill

Yeah, shouts out to A.K.A. known as Roadie Killer

New York City

Yo, shouts out to my main manager man

Al Wolmark known as A.K.A. you're a bad motherfucker

C.E.C. bring in the bass, y'all

Yeah and I thought that's how you felt about the motherfucker

Yeah I thought that's how you felt

Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass

For those of y'all who wear fannie packs, come on

For those of y'all that wear fannie packs, come on

For those of y'all that wear fannie packs and pony tails, come on

For those of y'all that wear fannie packs

And got the pony tails come fucking on

Yeah, my boy, Sledge on the bass in your face

My boy, Ben on the piano coming in, let him in, let him in

Yeah, let my boy, Ben in, alright, yeah

Hey D? Hey D? Yeah, wassup?

You gonna let me in D? Wassup?

You gonna me in? Yo let that piano solo in

Let me in, let me in, Goddamn, yeah

You and your mother have seen things happen

I don't mind singing and I don't mind rappin'

I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shit

I play the piano, goddamn that's some funky shit

Yeah, I said for those of y'all who wear fannie packs

This song's coming out, it's coming attchya

I wanna borrow an allen wrench

I wanna borrow some duct tape

I wanna borrow a mic cable bass in your face

Bass in your face, let's break it, break it, break it down

We're gonna break this shit down, gimme some bass

That's pretty good bring this shit in

Oh goddamn, shitchya it's cool

Play that cymbal, man

Play that tasty, tasty high hat work

Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high hat work bring it

I'm gonna bring that shit in, I wanna taste it, man right now

Yo, this sound goes out to my main man

At the point in Atlanta, wassup

Gimme my fuckin' monitor, man

Ernie, I'm sorry, I can't give you any more

Monitor than that

It won't go any higher than that

Because the transistors the resistors

They won't go any higher

Alright, y'all, take this motherfucker out with a piano solo

Goddamn, uh, uh goddamn

Alright, turn that shit out

I hope you taped that, that's our next single

Oh, they've left, they gave up

These guys are fucking idiots

That sucked

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