Songtext zu 'You Can Call Me Lance' von Caboozy

Haha, yeah!
It's me...
Hahaha...
Uh,

Gunna make money, gunna fuck some bitches.
Spit a few lines and make those riches.
Cause look at all the stack that I'm making.
Can't help that I'm so hot that I'm baking.
Fresher then a cookie, sweeter then snookie.
Gunna read a bookie, then scream oh lookie lookie lookie lookie.
I'm so gangsta, I sweat gatoraid.
So G' that my boot are gator made.

I don't take this rap shit too seriously.
Call me a joker then touch me bicuriously. (NO HOMO)
Cause I get more action then an arnold movie.
Scream "get down" and let's get groovy.
I'm going to fuck this world so fucking hard.
Tare up this game up and make sure that it's scarred!
Cause why would I rap if I didn't want to leave my mark?
Got fake rappers in my JAWS, but im no shark.

So clap and your hands and let me see you dance.
They call me caboozy, but you can call me lance.
Cause shawty look at you and that fine ass.
If you want you can call me lance bass.

Except I get more ass then he does.
I'll get bigger then he was, riding the short bus.
Teaching retards to cuss. BECASUE.
I tounge twister with your sister,
kiss her then she screms oh mister.
Then your mom joins in and I call it a family reunion.
Cause I don't have to rhyme to get under your skin.
And my fans find it funny, so it's a win-win. and after I fucked your mom she made me din-din.
Oh dear lord please forgive me for my sin-sin.

Like a butt, I crack, myself up.
And when I'm empty you better fill up my cup.
Cause I don't fuck around when it comes to drinking.
Who the fuck do you think I am? What were you thinking?

Where you thinking cause I joke that I'm a joke?
Or is it that I rap about money when I'm broke?
Thought I wanted to fit in with all those other rappers.
But clearly I'm the shit, leaving them in the crappers.

So clap and your hands and let me see you dance.
They call me caboozy, but you can call me lance.
Cause shawty look at you and that fine ass.
If you want you can call me lance bass.

Are you fucking serious? You thought I was done?
Wrote a whole fucking song with no meaning and it was fun.
I swear I can keep it real, like Ah! real monsters.
Represent the 90s cause bitch I'm bonkers.

Crazier than the next fucking guy.
Cause I'm me til day I fucking die.
Don't fucking care for the sterotype.
You can call me bananas, but you best know I'm ripe.

And by that, I obviously mean that I'm the fucking best.
From the mid-west on a quest while dressed to impress.
I got this rap shit all up under my belt.
And I'm just playing the cards that I was fucking dealt.
Cause it is what it is and I am who I am.
And you say that I suck, but I don't give a damn.
Now that I've started this game, I expect to win,
But until then could we just play that catchy hook again?

So clap and your hands and let me see you dance.
They call me caboozy, but you can call me lance.
Cause shawty look at you and that fine ass.
If you want you can call me lance bass.