Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....
Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot
Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place
'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face
We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots
Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms
Parking lot of the blue flame
We kicked it then i score, soccer game
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,
I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
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