Lyrics
Head ringin like a telephone,
don’t wanna pick it up,
don’t wanna know.
Lately, I been going crazy.
Little hip-hop lullaby,
you’re the kick, I’m the snare, don’t make me cry.
Baby, I’ve been going out of my mind
On a cold afternoon in the back of a saloon, caught a barfly on a silver spoon.
He said, «Hey there brother, won’t you play me a tune?
Maybe you could quote about a man on a moon.» I said, «He got a top hat, tails and a swatch watch hangin from his fake gold chain,
nothin top notch. «So I sang this song about bangin a gong in the burning bar
with the king and kong.
He had a briefcase filled with whatever you want for a little bit more,
we got the grey poupon.
He like to paint the town, I spread the favors around.
He got dirty one morning and the street caught pound.
Got a lollipop, tastes like a million bucks.
With just a hint of honey, baby just call my lust.
Can’t remember what happened from that point on.
Guess what, all my teachers were wrong
Head ringin like a telephone, don’t wanna pick it up, don’t wanna know.
Lately, I been going crazy.
Little hip-hop lullaby, you’re the kick, I’m the snare, don’t make me cry.
Baby, I’ve been going out of my mind
I’m your electric butterfly, wings with barbeque sauce.
Got a touch of cherry, academic glazed off.
And her blouse and her butt make her booty look bigger, but a gun ain’t a gun
if you don’t pull the trigger.
So I figured out a way to play hostage, slicin the cut rates.
Spot in the black light lamps casino.
Glass of vino and my lady friend she wanna fly with seagulls.
Shit is real, with the lime, chase it down with Patron, feel fine in the
morning if she just gets stoned.
She smoke Marlboro Reds, she’s a maryland clone, doing lines in the line before
the flight back home.
Sucks the car when you’re high, thirty thousand feet in the sky.
You get high, so you close your eyes, think about a better place, yeah
Head ringin like a telephone, don’t wanna pick it up, don’t wanna know.
Lately, I been going crazy.
Little hip-hop lullaby, you’re the kick, I’m the snare, don’t make me cry.
Baby, I’ve been going out of my mind
I know, I know, I know.
LO, LO, LO.
VE, VE, VE.
It ain’t that easy.
So light the torch in the midnight scorchin moonlight.
If lovin life is wrong, I don’t wanna do right.
Put on the new shoes, hop up on a new bike, and pedal out of town.
Pedal out of town
Head ringin like a telephone, don’t wanna pick it up, don’t wanna know.
Lately, I been going crazy.
Little hip-hop lullaby, you’re the kick, I’m the snare, don’t make me cry.
Baby, I’ve been going out of my mind.
