This is a song about "De igner boyz"

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Stand for something or die in the morning

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Simply out of this world by choice

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show