Released: April 2, 2009
Songwriter: Mac Miller
[Intro]
Haha (The what? The what? The what? The what?)
Y'all know what it is (The what? The what?)
The Jukebox (The what? The what?)
Uh
[Verse]
I come with lil' bit more swagger with [?] (Chyeah)
Haters put they lips up on my ass like I was Jadakiss (Uh-huh)
Looney like Goofy is (Goofy is), and spittin' Ludacris
Bars that can move a bitch from Hollywood to Budapest
[?] I'm stupid fresh, lookin' like a bar of soap (Bar of soap)
Spittin' writtens at these women and that's all she wrote (Aw, what's up, baby?)
Remarkable aim, I'm targetin' lames
Removin' parts of they brain with this logical slang
Awaken, always on my grind, sleep is callin' my name
But a couple extra innings always follow the game ('Cause, 'causе, 'cause)
It's 'cause I'm workin' overtimе, smokin' that potent, I'm
Glowin' with shine like in the mornin' when you open blinds
Hold the commotion, I'm holdin' dough and the flow
Like Coke on a stove, growin' my dough, rollin' with mo'
And we ain't speakin' business if it's over the phone
You might as well invite the po' to your home, dummy (Dummy)
For the money, better be smart (Be smart)
And you's a retard (Retard)
Givin' your girl a credit card's like a free mall
That'll get you MC Hammer'd, I'ma tell you twice
End up in reality shows like you Vanilla Ice (Haha)
I live a stellar life (Uh-huh)
Sellin' kryptonite to stupid lil' kids who like to smoke but never get that nice
[?] Have no fear, ladies and gentlemen of planet Earth, Mac is here
Haha (The what? The what? The what? The what?)
Y'all know what it is (The what? The what?)
The Jukebox (The what? The what?)
Uh
[Verse]
I come with lil' bit more swagger with [?] (Chyeah)
Haters put they lips up on my ass like I was Jadakiss (Uh-huh)
Looney like Goofy is (Goofy is), and spittin' Ludacris
Bars that can move a bitch from Hollywood to Budapest
[?] I'm stupid fresh, lookin' like a bar of soap (Bar of soap)
Spittin' writtens at these women and that's all she wrote (Aw, what's up, baby?)
Remarkable aim, I'm targetin' lames
Removin' parts of they brain with this logical slang
Awaken, always on my grind, sleep is callin' my name
But a couple extra innings always follow the game ('Cause, 'causе, 'cause)
It's 'cause I'm workin' overtimе, smokin' that potent, I'm
Glowin' with shine like in the mornin' when you open blinds
Hold the commotion, I'm holdin' dough and the flow
Like Coke on a stove, growin' my dough, rollin' with mo'
And we ain't speakin' business if it's over the phone
You might as well invite the po' to your home, dummy (Dummy)
For the money, better be smart (Be smart)
And you's a retard (Retard)
Givin' your girl a credit card's like a free mall
That'll get you MC Hammer'd, I'ma tell you twice
End up in reality shows like you Vanilla Ice (Haha)
I live a stellar life (Uh-huh)
Sellin' kryptonite to stupid lil' kids who like to smoke but never get that nice
[?] Have no fear, ladies and gentlemen of planet Earth, Mac is here