Uber (feat. Mike Jones)

Lyrics for Uber (feat. Mike Jones)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, um Who put the spiders in my applesauce? Took the pins out my hand grenade? Somebody said that I deserve to die I looked him in the eye, said the devil's not circumcised Who put spiders in my applesauce? Took the pins out my hand grenade? Somebody tell me I deserve to die I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised So play me a song on the guitar (guitar) Got a rainforest in my cigar (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 a single mom The underdog, 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 million reasons that she should come along Immediately, she dropped her shit But everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch yo' 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 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? Stuntin' in a Uber Yeah, bitch I'm stuntin' in a Uber Yeah, bitch I'm stuntin' in a Uber I'm readin' old Playboy magazines Somethin' from the '50s when the journalism had its 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 story, 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 her, 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 (I said) 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' (Mac) 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? Stuntin' in a Uber Yeah, bitch I'm stuntin' in a Uber Yeah, bitch I'm stuntin' in a Uber