| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, | |
| 3oh...3oh! 3, | |
| I ain't callin' for a close-up, | |
| No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, | |
| No dubs, no stars, | |
| I'm 'a do it how I always have; | |
| Whiskey in a 40 bag, | |
| Pissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's at, | |
| I'm 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks, | |
| Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips, | |
| I'm 'a do it how I always do; | |
| Sleep until the break of noon, | |
| Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, | |
| I ain't signin' on a new lease, | |
| No cooks, no keys, | |
| Models with the nose bleeds, | |
| White lace, gold beads, | |
| I'm 'a run it like a marathon; | |
| Party 'til I'm 50, | |
| Wake up on my parent's | |
| Them cops still out to get me, | |
| And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink, | |
| Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank, | |
| I'm 'a go where I always go; | |
| Drinks are on the house, | |
| Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth, | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go | |
| And if I was a rich man, | |
| I'd never been to sea, | |
| Could I take you anyways, | |
| Would you come with me, baby? | |
| And if I was a sick man, | |
| I'd never meant to be, | |
| Would you love me anyways, | |
| And would you marry me? | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go, | |
| I mean what can I say, | |
| Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, | |
| Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, | |
| And turn it up on your radio, | |
| I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go |