I ain’t a hater, but I ain’t a lover neitherI just gotta ask why the booty’s getting biggerI like the little booty’s that fit into my handNot the giant ones that feel like sacks filled with sandYa know those signs when a ghetto booty’s cominI’ve had them both don’t which is best for lovinI don’t know why, I don’t understandwhy the booty just can’t fit into the palm of your handThey give a little wiggle and they giggle all night.Maybe ride the wave, its like a giant pillow fight.Whats the deal with the gold plates on your teeth?Dont you like the whiteness that lies just underneathWhat happens at the airport walking through detectorsalarms going off like immigrant defectors.Do you use toothpaste to keep those fuckers cleanI must say these motherfuckers look so meanI don’t know why, I cannot understandthose white teeth are the common bond of manSure the shiny gold will say that you may have moneybut coloring your teeth to resemble rotting honey?Yo motherfuckers bustin caps in peoples assesI don’t think its to supress the greenhouse gasses.But what the hells a « mofo » why can it be bad or goodwhat happened to the « neighbor » and « neighborhood »?Busta cap, busta rhyme, who is busta anywayStraight outta compton, ghetto booty walks this way.I don’t know why, I don’t understandwhy the booty just can’t fit into the palm of your handthey give a little wiggle and it jiggles all night.maybe ride the wave, its like a giant pillow fight