Oren Yoel - Oops lyrics

[Produced by Oren Yoel] [Hook: D.A. Wallach] Caliente Poblano Tabasco to the head I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos But I probably should go to bed And you know that pops a model But I ride with my mom instead So I'll probably be fine tomorrow But tonight I'm better off dead [Verse 1: Asher Roth] Gadzooks don't catch dad in a bad mood Act cool in a fat suit with a satchel Rap root gra** roots holy mackerel Last rule's stack loot with a cackle It's track two, pack fuel in a parachute What you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of boots Prepare the troops to lose, paraplegic Parents get duped by loose pledge of allegiance He's pure genius, speech undefeated Hold on to your seat, believe me you're gonna need it Neat sh** but gee, I rather take a ski trip Get sea sick when I deep sea fish so Flea flicks speak with my priestess Cause me and Lil B look a little Jesus It's ridic- what we do for free sh** Turn on your TV, I think you should see this 'cause [Hook: D.A. Wallach] Caliente Poblano Tabasco to the head I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos But I probably should go to bed And you know that pops a model But I ride with my mom instead So I'll probably be fine tomorrow But tonight I'm better off dead But tonight I'm better off dead [Verse 2: Asher Roth] Jeez Rafiki don't throw your feces Please keep the peace eat a peach with the three piece Speech never ceased, won't leave til I three-peat Be low-key smoking weed in dashikis It's me [?] Speak Easy [?] Like Lykke Li but she might think I'm creepy Three strikes yikes, need to tighten up the lead I'm the nicest in the league but the hype thinks I peaked It's like yeah right, still s**ing on a teet When I be up on the beat, leave the seat up on you geeks My martini up her knee, better s** it up and leave Use a rubber when I hump her, double pump it up in peace Don't be such a dweeb cause I'm from another breed Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek I f**in' reek while at supper with my neice But please don't tell her mother, be in trouble for a week [Hook: D.A. Wallach] Caliente Poblano Tabasco to the head I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos But I probably should go to bed And you know that pops a model But I ride with my mom instead So I'll probably be fine tomorrow But tonight I'm better off dead [Verse 3: Asher Roth] Low blow bro super nice with the yo-yo So-sos go to a show, say he dope though Hoes go "whoa" ever since I went solo No more jokes though, gotta get the dough-dough Blow home grown lawn mowing in Manolos Bath robes and open toes, sip on cocoa Mojo all on my home so no photos Flow so woah, make the bros go h*mo Toto and Scara Crowe drink Four Locos And throw clothes to hoboes to jump pogo sticks Oh sh** yo, don't forget the glow sticks And red slippers cause I only need a couple toe clicks No place like home though, I get nostalgic Only cross the road so I can get some more chicks No goal though, oh well duly noted That's the way it goes in the show biz, homie [Hook: D.A. Wallach] I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos Tabasco to my head [?] dance tomorrow But I'm probably better off dead Yeah I'm probably better off dead [x3] Hey