Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion
It’s number 32 now here’s the situation
If the beat moves your feet then don’t change the station
Pack your bags cause we’re leaving on a permanent vacation
Well, I’m a disaster
A microphone master
Put on the tape, I’ll rock your ghetto blaster
It’s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts
About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts
