Watsky Ninjas in Paris song lyrics

i'm drivin' to the 'burbs and before i am comin' back

im pullin' in your diveway and im rollin front to back

im shiftin' forward then reverse my car a bunch

as if my subaru's a weiner

gettin' sexy with your cul de sac

lolol im from the Avenues

a rappin labradoodle half a watsman

half a jew

if yous' a saturday cartoon ill smack ya black and blue

im actin' ratchet with Daffy Duck

and snackin on rabbit stew

Yabba-Dabba-Do!

i gotta lick my lips

smoke a bowl with Yogi Bear, im stickin' up your

pick-I-nicks

all of this is in my head my 'magination's colorful

crayons on th brain ill scribble silly shit all on my skull

holy-cow!

i dont think they're gonna hold me down

i recommend you listen to the record and then beat it with the Dolby sound

and im sippin' on the coldest rounds

with the preppie's and their "goldie-locks"

but i bet a bunch a' hundreds everybody's gonna scatter in a minute when the police knocks

like sorry "occifer"

they're getting sloshed occured

barasta's broken and they made us all smoke lots of herb

im sorry honest abe, po-po dont take me way-way

'cause if you ever try to lock me up im pleadin' cra-cra

and then they'll all say mayday,

mayday oh what did we do?

he be creepy, givin' me the heebie-jebbies

he be Hebrew

he be robo people, people, please untie me he's behind me

what's fifty-grand to a muthafucka like me could you please remind me?