MC Chris - Hoodie Ninja lyrics
[MC Chris - Hoodie Ninja lyrics]
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a hoodie ninja (hiya)
Got my ninja bag AKA a pillow case
Filled with nacho flavored
Combos, a flashlight, and masking tape
We got hoodies and some goodies
We got tools and also talent fisher
Splinter stealth and some Barnum
And Bailey balance
A Katana and a shuriken so
Let's hurry across the yard
If there's dobermans jump over them
It shouldn't be that hard
The objective is reconnaissance the
Subject is a hottie
Redhead from my homeroom with a
Bad ass little body
Hella dope telescope from little
Bros pirate phase
She's about to change for bed we
Gotta get there right away
I can't make out so I stake out
Take a doughnut make it glazed
I climb the tree and finally
I feast upon her frame
She's rockin' cotton panties
Sanrio so it seems
She's strechin' and profechin'
She's the cutie of my dreams lose the T
Thirty-two B's yes I know her cup size
IMAX in my spy glass while
My balls get bug bites (Ouch)
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
You're off guard ninja stars
Now you're injured
Tough luck, nun chuck break your fingers
Gotta bolt cause I don't wanna linger
Got my ninja getup it's
A Fett's 'Vette sweatshirt
Rockin' awesome drawstrings tied so tight
That my head hurts
Stolen black slacks that are supposed
To be for church
Stuff the cuffs into my Chucks now
I'm a ninja thanks to merch
I got a kaginawa
That's a grappling apparatus
Empanadas from my mama her
Burritos are the baddest
Lets eat 'em in the shed where
My father keeps his porn
And I'll explain the mission it's
So bitchin' word is born
Gym coach is a Nazi always
Got me runnin' laps
I know he doesn't like me you
Should hear his frightening laughs
Can't put up with the push-ups and
The crunches got me cranky
So we're gonna drop a dookie on
The driveway like I'm Banksy
Yo you keep a look out while
I drop my Fruit of Looms
And build myself a built to
Scale model of Mt doom
We hear the garage door motors
And we motor mad fast
Drop a deuce into my shoes
Now I'm runnin' crap laps
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
I'm a hoodie ninja (hiya)
Got my ninja bag AKA a pillow case
Filled with nacho flavored
Combos, a flashlight, and masking tape
We got hoodies and some goodies
We got tools and also talent fisher
Splinter stealth and some Barnum
And Bailey balance
A Katana and a shuriken so
Let's hurry across the yard
If there's dobermans jump over them
It shouldn't be that hard
The objective is reconnaissance the
Subject is a hottie
Redhead from my homeroom with a
Bad ass little body
Hella dope telescope from little
Bros pirate phase
She's about to change for bed we
Gotta get there right away
I can't make out so I stake out
Take a doughnut make it glazed
I climb the tree and finally
I feast upon her frame
She's rockin' cotton panties
Sanrio so it seems
She's strechin' and profechin'
She's the cutie of my dreams lose the T
Thirty-two B's yes I know her cup size
IMAX in my spy glass while
My balls get bug bites (Ouch)
I'm a ninja I'm a hoodie ninja
You're off guard ninja stars
Now you're injured
Tough luck, nun chuck break your fingers
Gotta bolt cause I don't wanna linger
Got my ninja getup it's
A Fett's 'Vette sweatshirt
Rockin' awesome drawstrings tied so tight
That my head hurts
Stolen black slacks that are supposed
To be for church
Stuff the cuffs into my Chucks now
I'm a ninja thanks to merch
I got a kaginawa
That's a grappling apparatus
Empanadas from my mama her
Burritos are the baddest
Lets eat 'em in the shed where
My father keeps his porn
And I'll explain the mission it's
So bitchin' word is born
Gym coach is a Nazi always
Got me runnin' laps
I know he doesn't like me you
Should hear his frightening laughs
Can't put up with the push-ups and
The crunches got me cranky
So we're gonna drop a dookie on
The driveway like I'm Banksy
Yo you keep a look out while
I drop my Fruit of Looms
And build myself a built to
Scale model of Mt doom
We hear the garage door motors
And we motor mad fast
Drop a deuce into my shoes
Now I'm runnin' crap laps