You know it's kind of hard<br/&rt;Just to get along today<br/&rt;Our subject isn't cool<br/&rt;But he fakes it anyway

These chicks don't even know the name of my band...<br/&rt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...<br/&rt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...<br/&rt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...

keep holdin on when<br/&rt;my brain's tickin like a bomb<br/&rt;cuz the black parts are gone<br/&rt;I'm back to get me

Black bandana, sweet Louisiana<br/&rt;robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana<br/&rt;She's a runner, rebel and a stunner

We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas<br/&rt;The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas<br/&rt;The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas<br/&rt;And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps