I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper
into this thing
the deeper I go
the more knowledge I know
what to sing
what to bring
wha?

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
into the rhyme
wha? why?
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
checkin it out im not dancin' no more but
why? why? why? wha?

What the fuck?
They know what is what,
But they don't know what is what,
They just strut.

What the fuck?

They just know,
What they know,
What they don't know,
What is what.

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah
woah yeah talkin' 'bout my baby
talkin' 'bout my baby
When she goes walkin down bourban street
i just can't hardly stand to walk behind her
shes got a red hot pants on
she got on her yellow high heeled sneakers
she got on a yellow low neck see through blouse
without her brasier on
she's shakin like two big ole baloons in a hurricane
ooooh, she's got on a purple afro wig