Watsky - Ninjas in Paris lyrics

The first time I listened to Watsky I was like, "He sounds like a f**ing honkey" And I don't even think he knows But, then, I listened to him some more times And, don't tell anybody about this But, he kinda goes hard, though I'm Driving to the burbs and before I am coming back I'm pulling in your driveway and I'm rolling front to back I'm shifting forward than reverse my car a bunch As if my Subaru's a wiener getting s**y with your cul-de-sac L-O-L-O-L I'm from the avenue A rapping labradoodle, half a wasp and half a Jew If you's a Saturday cartoon I'll smack ya black and blue I'm acking ratchet with Daffy Duck and snacking on rabbit stew Yabba Dabba Doo, I gotta lick my lips Smoke a bowl with Yogi Bear, I'm sticking up your pic-a-nics All of this is in my head, my 'magination's colorful Crayons on the brain, I'll scribble silly sh** all on my skull Holy cow, I don't think they're gonna hold me down I recommend you listen to the record in a theater with the Dolby sound And I'm sipping on the coldest round With the preppies and the Goldie Locks But I bet a bunch of 100's everybody's gonna scatter Any minute when the police knocks Like "Sorry ociffer, that getting sloshed occurred But rastas broke in and they made us all smoke lots of herb" I'm sorry, Honest Abe Popo don't take me away way 'Cause if you ever try to lock me up, I'm pleading cray cray And then they'll all say may day May day oh what did we do He be creepy givin' me the heeby jeebies, he be Hebrew He be robo, beep boop beep boop, please untie me he's behind me What's 50 grand to a motherf**er like me, can you please remind me? A lot. That's... a life changing amount of money for normal people