Tyga - Cricketz lyrics

{*crickets chirp 24 times to open*} [Intro] Hey... hey! New Boyz [Verse One: Legacy] I remember when Pharrell used to rock the tight jeans with ice creams While riding his skateboard it was like sightseeing To lames who was afraid to change If my middle finger could speak then I'd say the same n***a I must state my name, call me Legacy b**h Mrs. Sweetheart, a.k.a let me see tits Doin too much like a Marvel backflip Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric Where the haters at? Hello I found you No I don't give a F word about you I do me, leave us alone Why don't you do you and go hump a clone, get it? Ai, another damn thing You'll never see me care about another man's jeans I don't even know, like all through the years Seem like everywhere I go the only thing that I hear is [Hook] Da-da-da-da New Boyz, Da-da-da-da tight jeans {*2X*} "Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?" (Oh my, oh my) "Oh my God why they jeans so tight?" Like, yeah I rock skinnys Yeah I rock, yeah I, yeah I rock skinnys (so what?) {*3X*} If you got something to say then please step up {*4 cricket chirps*} Psh, they like crickets to me [Verse Two: Ben J] Look, I'll scoot back let me give y'all your shot Now get money, best believe I'mma get mine I see haters and I'm looking at 'em like please, let me breathe Why y'all n***as hatin on my skinny jeans? Fresh kicks like I copped a magician You must be missin the simple fact I'mma get it And you ain't with it, baggy clothes n outfits You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus They comin' off hard but they soft like fabric They lyin', sayin they the best like Khaled They chose me, it's obvious I'm meant for the best Skinny jeans sag low and I know y'all know the rest I'm Ben J fool, why these dudes wanna trip? Even though I like to flash, get it jerkin' in my kicks I'mma just keep it straight like no one else Bright colors is here, New Boyz is near, ha! [Hook] {*4 cricket chirps*} Ha! One verse, one hearse [Verse Three: Tyga] Ha! Get tighter, as the ghost of Mike rises Tight jeans, naw n***a, I don't get hyphy So you think you can dance in them fake Nike? Lock your old a** down, lil' Ron Isley I've been icey since minute maid made Hi-C Telling me she Pisces, don't do signs, do check signings Tyga tyrant, I'm with the power, with the diamonds The fame will blind ya and b**h yeah I'm f**in blind See no evil, below the zeroes More funds to free throw, house got the strip pole Leave your jeans at the door girls with the speedos [Hook] I'm grown I don't do those, New Boyz with new dough Other n***as Brunos, homies with h*mos I'm Young Money, Sqad Up, GD capo I get them cheese, extra cheese, no nachos/not-yours Tyga man tatted like vatos (ya-da-da-da) [Hook] {*4 cricket chirps*} Heh, they like crickets to me