paroles de chanson Ninjas in Paris - Watsky

I'm drivin' to the 'burbs and before i am comin' back
Im pullin' in your diveway and im rollin front to back
Im shiftin' forward then reverse my car a bunch
As if my subaru's a weiner
Gettin' sexy with your cul de sac
Lolol im from the Avenues
A rappin labradoodle half a watsman
Half a jew
If yous' a saturday cartoon ill smack ya black and blue
Im actin' ratchet with Daffy Duck
And snackin on rabbit stew
Yabba-Dabba-Do!
I gotta lick my lips
Smoke a bowl with Yogi Bear, im stickin' up your
Pick-I-nicks
All of this is in my head my 'magination's colorful
Crayons on th brain ill scribble silly shit all on my skull
Holy-cow!
I dont think they're gonna hold me down
I recommend you listen to the record and then beat it with the Dolby sound
And im sippin' on the coldest rounds
With the preppie's and their "goldie-locks"
But i bet a bunch a' hundreds everybody's gonna scatter in a minute when the police knocks
Like sorry "occifer"
They're getting sloshed occured
Barasta's broken and they made us all smoke lots of herb
Im sorry honest abe, po-po dont take me way-way
'Cause if you ever try to lock me up im pleadin' cra-cra
And then they'll all say mayday,
Mayday oh what did we do?
He be creepy, givin' me the heebie-jebbies
He be Hebrew
He be robo people, people, please untie me he's behind me
What's fifty-grand to a muthafucka like me could you please remind me?