Watsky - Ninjas In Paris lyrics
[Watsky - Ninjas In Paris lyrics]
The first time I listened to Watsky
I was like, "He sounds like a fucking honky"
And I don't even think he knows
But then, I listened to him some more times
And don't tell anybody about this
But, he kinda goes hard, though
(Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me)
I'm driving to the 'burbs and
Before I am coming back
I'm pulling in your driveway and
I'm rolling front to back
I'm shifting forward
Then reverse my car a bunch
As if my Subaru's a wiener
Getting sexy with your cul-de-sac
L-O-L-O-L, I'm from the avenue
A rapping labradoodle
Half a WASP and half a Jew
If you's a Saturday cartoon
I'll smack ya black and blue
I'm ackin' ratchet with Daffy Duck
And snacking on rabbit stew
Yabba dabba doo, I gotta lick my lips
Smoke a bowl with Yogi Bear
I'm sticking up your pic-a-nics
All of this is in my head
My 'magination's colorful
Crayons on the brain
I'll scribble silly shit all on my skull
Holy cow
I don't think they're gonna hold me down
I recommend you listen to the record in
A theater with the Dolby sound
And I'm sipping on the coldest round with
The preppies and the Goldie Locks
But, I bet a bunch
Of hunnids everybody's gonna
Scatter any minute when the police knocks
Like "Sorry, ociffer
That getting sloshed occurred
But rastas broke in and they made
Us all smoke lots of herb"
I'm sorry, Honest Abe, po-po
Don't take me 'way-way
'Cause if you ever try to lock me up
I'm pleading cray-cray
And then they'll all say, "May
Day, may day, oh, what did we do?
He be creepy givin' me the heebie jeebies
He be Hebrew he be robo, beep boop-beep
Boop, please, untie me, he's behind me"
What's 50 grand to a motherfucker
Like me, can you please, remind me?
(A lot that'sa life-changing amount of
Money for normal people)
I was like, "He sounds like a fucking honky"
And I don't even think he knows
But then, I listened to him some more times
And don't tell anybody about this
But, he kinda goes hard, though
(Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me)
I'm driving to the 'burbs and
Before I am coming back
I'm pulling in your driveway and
I'm rolling front to back
I'm shifting forward
Then reverse my car a bunch
As if my Subaru's a wiener
Getting sexy with your cul-de-sac
L-O-L-O-L, I'm from the avenue
A rapping labradoodle
Half a WASP and half a Jew
If you's a Saturday cartoon
I'll smack ya black and blue
I'm ackin' ratchet with Daffy Duck
And snacking on rabbit stew
Yabba dabba doo, I gotta lick my lips
Smoke a bowl with Yogi Bear
I'm sticking up your pic-a-nics
All of this is in my head
My 'magination's colorful
Crayons on the brain
I'll scribble silly shit all on my skull
Holy cow
I don't think they're gonna hold me down
I recommend you listen to the record in
A theater with the Dolby sound
And I'm sipping on the coldest round with
The preppies and the Goldie Locks
But, I bet a bunch
Of hunnids everybody's gonna
Scatter any minute when the police knocks
Like "Sorry, ociffer
That getting sloshed occurred
But rastas broke in and they made
Us all smoke lots of herb"
I'm sorry, Honest Abe, po-po
Don't take me 'way-way
'Cause if you ever try to lock me up
I'm pleading cray-cray
And then they'll all say, "May
Day, may day, oh, what did we do?
He be creepy givin' me the heebie jeebies
He be Hebrew he be robo, beep boop-beep
Boop, please, untie me, he's behind me"
What's 50 grand to a motherfucker
Like me, can you please, remind me?
(A lot that'sa life-changing amount of
Money for normal people)