"Hideo Nomo" lyrics

Yeah
Bach
Uhh
Shut the fuck up
Go ahead

Do bad thing in stair case
Malik Yoba gives chase
Surgery to look extra Roman in the face
I should be in a toga
You know that bald eagles fly solo
Back in the day rock Hideo NoMos
Friday night Baklava at the seaport
Please lord don't put your fucking hand near the cheese board
Driving with my knee in the Porsche
Weaving the law
Shit my face tingle from the C4
Finish quick, she spit my seeds on the floor
A tree grew
Then she continued seasoning the sea food
I got more karate moves than Steven Seagal (that's a lot!)
Yeah baby you know how we do
Yeah baby you know how we do
You know how we do
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah Yeah

I let the thing pop with the Ring Pop on my finger
Sixty nine stinger (uh)
Me and you are not friends, David Schwimmer (no)
Leave you laying in a lazy river (uh)
I jus copped me the Mercedes liver (uh)
They say Baklava starting to resemble Ronnie Coleman (true)
Shit could pop at any moment (true)
Hilfiger rugby on hopping out the lotus (uh)
Bitch it's time to Rock n' Rolla
Rock n' Rolla Rock n' Rolla
You need a fuckin' doctor to operate on your shoulder (uh)
After I put a submission to lock on your shoulder (uh)
Baklava Akebono (it's me)
PlayStation 1 just only one controller
I turn this shit into real life Tekken 3 (uh)
Make me feel like I'm 17 (ahh)
Consecutively land seven knees (sh...the fuck?)
I swam all seven seas (uh)
Still make the chicken with the 4C (uh)
Used to live in 4J (uh)
Tucked in a wave catching shade on the shore break (uh)
My horoscope said to get more cake (more cake)
That it's bitch, more cake