Make that ba** sound pretty
This morning at the window looking to buy my estate
It was Vinnie from the neighborhood right at my front gate
Well they took me for a drive to see the man Fat Mike
We saw the fat operation and we met his lovely wife
Now everything is smooth and chilly I ain't joking
When we booked it back to Berkeley and things began to be smoking
We poked our heads into the Gilman [?]
Spent the next four hours masticating quesadillas
Sounds good but the game is annoying
We made it back to Oakland on the streets just walking
When I looked into an alley cause I heard a person talking
Well I look into her eye suspiciously they're pale
When I saw his lips talking telling me a freaky tale
Yeah, so, so what I said, was, you know
I live coast to coast born in Detroit City
Well I'm a lovely Jeffrey don't the ba** sound pretty
Don't the ba** sound pretty
These cookies are pretty good
While at the cow pound here in one piece
Ain't it funny where you land when you fall off your feet?
Like a free bird flying with the greatest of ease
Or like a stray cat shaking like a leaf on a tree
Don't try to spin a web
It's just a day in the life
Of a funky rap collector
Who's in love with his wife
Don't try to spin a web
It's just a day in the life
Of a funky rap collector
Who's in love with his wife, wife, wife, wife
Well that sounds pretty good but the neighbors don't like it
A la la la
That ba** sounds pretty, don't it?