Letra de Bitties in the BK Lounge
Yo man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, a'ight Yo man, we have any milk? Yo, what time is it? I don't know, what day is it? Don't know, I'll tell you You don't know? Well it was a Wednesday Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry Like two eggs, and a sloppy slice of lettuce And a glass of milk and some cookies Spotted in the midst was the BK logo What we said, "Well, what do you know?" This chick thought I was trying to play fly 'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on Young girl, won't you take my order? She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy So don't you see I'm trying to put this Band-Aid on my finger?" Lingerin’, I can tell She's a BK mademoiselle Wrinkled uniform and bottom bell And some jelly stuff on her sleeve Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking $2.45 an hour And then Boss Hog hollered "Girl, you better make this quick" She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick" I had an idea of lickity split Took my hat off and that was it Dreadlocks falling all over me and then I said "Yeah, now we'll see" And oh, with quick velocity honey was mesmerized "Ain't you that guy?" Ain't you that girl? "De La Soul, right?" No, Tracy Chapman "Why don't you come over to the counter and write me out an autograph?" Ha-ha-ha, I had to laugh She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed "What's the name of that song you sing?" "Living in a Fast Car", I said Forget about the order I made I'll go get a slice of pizza instead Bitties in the BK lounge All they do is beg and they scrounge Bitties in the BK lounge The bitties in the BK lounge Bitties in the BK lounge All they do is beg and they scrounge Bitties in the BK lounge The bitties in the BK lounge Superbass What’s taking you so long, Shoshawna? Yo, I don’t know, Rosita, 'cause I been waiting out here too long And for a cheeseburger? He’s too busy looking at these girls And he’s supposed to be the manager Manager? Hello, excuse me? Yo, would you take my order? What's up, yo, excuse me? Excuse me, would you take my order? I have to go Shoshawna's got a real job, dag, don't you know? Oh yeah, it's you, now I recognize The real, real bitty with the fake, fake eyes Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries? Yes, you can, but you can keep your lies 'Cause you know you can't diss me, but you pissing me off What are you talking about? I know where you live and I know that you're soft Yeah, right You're as booty as they come and you dress like a geek Booty? My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks Look, you don't have to play fly in here I'm not tryna play fly Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear Weave? But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray By the way, yo, here's yours I know you just sweating me, so baby, kill the noise Sweating you? You’re buggin’ With your polyester pants and they're also high waters Yeah, right Look at what you do all day but take orders You bowtie wearing, clocking and staring I know you're just upset because you can't get the rap I think you better chill before my man give you a slap Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools Makin’ money With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinny But yeah, we're livin’ fat Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda? 'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor Or better yet pour it down your pants and let the acid kill The smell that should have been left to Massengill Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet I got too much family to heed your threats Are you a family man? Word booty Well I shouldn't be surprised Since your sister's flipping burgers and your mother's frying fries Don't even try that shh Oh damn, look What? Here comes one more It's your father, he just finished mopping the floor Yeah, right Now give them a hand, it’s the BK clan So you can't talk garbage about who I am Well, aren't we living foul Yes, we are Speaking of foul, how 'bout some chicken for the cow? Your mother Oops, I meant you, sorry for the mix up But your stomach's always big from the sexual slip ups I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man You better I think there's something you should understand I try to be nice and help the poor make money And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere, dummy Yeah, okay Now BK workers is too damn rude I think I'll go get me some Chinese food Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on? I don't know Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on? I don't know Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on? I don't know Maseo, what goes on? I don't know, but check me on out Bitties, y'all be flippin' Ah-ah, ya buggin' Bitties, y'all be flippin' Ah-ah, ya buggin' Ask for a burger, catch an attitude The taste is worse, come off extremely rude But when I snap back, you're tamperin with my food Uh-uh, ya buggin' Bitties, y'all be flippin' Uh-uh, ya buggin Bitties, y'all be flippin' Honey, your hair really looks a bore A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure Forget the burgers, let's all go open up a donut store Yo, this is baby Chris, I’m chillin’ on the beat down hour Rumor has it that De La is opening up a donut shop You heard it first on WRMS, peace