Whooo (Live)

I park my ride on the left side
I'm feelin' kinda high in case I know
That my stupid ass is gonna get drunk tonight
A quick look in the back, all my boys are there
So hot, farts everywhere, well no smell
From the inside, who got that indo?
I wanna know, where's the 420?
'Cause the badder the weed, the harder we party
A barrel of Bud and a glass of Bacardi, yo
It's all good, but something is missing
I don't know what it is and I have to go pissing
But then somebody's knocking at my door
Right about now looking at some girls that I never saw before
Right about now I start to stare
Fuck 'em, I ain't so ready to see a bear
If he says: "Lonely Brez, what you gonna do?"
I better go and relax, get myself another brew

Hey yo, the shit hits the bop, y'all
Hey yo, the shit hits the bop

Somebody tell me what her name is
Somebody tell me what the number of his fame is
Does she got a man
Or is she creepin' on the solo tip?
Just take a look at her hips, I try to lick my lips
But my tongue seems to whip
Yo, there's gotta be a way to talk to a broad, yo
Easier said than done
But if I don't find out who she is, I lose my mind
Come on, baby, we gotta talk
It's too noisy in here, so let's go outside for a walk
My dogs smile as we pass
And he said: "Did a nice job, Mr. Brez!"
We straight headed for my car
And I thank the holy Lord, oh, it ain't that far
Mr. Brez goes on a mission
And I will tell this girl what it's like to go for passion

Hey yo, the shit hits the bop, y'all
Hey yo, the shit hits the bop

It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes
It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes
It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes
It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes

Granny and her shag dog are waiting at the boots, yo
Two wicked minds are waiting to get loose
One load of sperm's getting out of control
Rock 'n' roll, come on
Rock 'n' roll
Rock 'n' roll

Hey yo, the shit hits the bop, y'all
Hey yo, the shit hits the bop

The bop, the bop, the bop