Tank Top

Scenie babies, throwback 'cedes Bleach-blonde hair and your neon shadies Skinny jeans, know what I mean Roll the red carpet out the limousine I see sad people, I see mad people Stone-cold face looking like they bad people I see hot people, I see not people Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people Hey, yo, tank top Make that tail drop What's the matter, copy-catter If the club's too cold go on and put your swagger on Go on, go on, go go on, and put your swagger on Go on, go, go put your swagger on I see rad people, leather clad people I'm still mad at my deadbeat dad people I see hot people, I see not people Everybody movin' like they ain't got a job people To the lovers, the haters, please congratulate us You got to get educated 'bout the 808ers I sent the boom-shaka-laka shaka-laka to your house Don't let it smack ya in yo swagga-lackin' mouth I fly non-stop, first class, you in coach, you in da back You go slow, I go fast, you shut down while I go blast *nrrrr* right past you, lookin' like another disaster Just face it, you wasted, kickin' up dust, you taste i