Aaight first up,
this nigga thinks he looks like me. Last time I looked in the mirror I was NOT hispanic. You tell me though.
I wrote this song about my baby girl Nicole. She's got herself a new man and I actually approve of him. He's a musician so much respect there. Whaddup Nick Valensi. They's going on a picnic and invited me along. I hope they don't expect me to show them how to dance on the ceiling. That's a private Daddy L trick. I'll roll down to da sto' laterz in the Escalade and pick up some pork rinds. I hope white boy likes soul food. My divorce from the golddiggin' bitch is final. You know what that means. Loverman is on the prowl again. Wait I told Extra music was my lover. Or was it Oprah? I's don't remember. I'm all over da place these days. It's a Lionel revolution.
I need new icons. And a new clay bust of my head while we're at it. I'm going to go prune my hedges now BECAUSE THAT IS MY FAVORITE ACTIVITY besides composing sweet love makin' music on the old baby grand. Peace and love, chitlins.