I can't think of nothing, but ain't no lame
Tell that nigga Spanks, stop wearing them fake-ass chains
James, James, James
You're wearing camouflage pants, that's not a good trick
Why make it even harder for the girls to find your dick?
We been over here, Black Team, straight beastin'
And you guys suck more than the Lakers this season
Ras, you look good on my TV, but my picture is blurry
Your ass may be fat but you've got to lay off that curry
See, it's not curry, it's cardamom
And if you don't believe me, just ask your mom
IT'S A SPICE REFERENCE
Karlous, I roll with your momma, I go to the club, I'll bring her
I call her my bowling ball cause she needs three fingers
You talking crazy 'bout the squad, but you know you don't really want none
This fat...loses his breath from playing Temple Run
Yeah, y'all cheated, y'all playing all wrong
When you know you got more hoes on y'all team than a 2 Chainz song
Spank, you said you Googled me; he found one vid that erupted
Well, Spank, I Googled you too, and I ain't find nothing
MTV hit me up like yo, ? be hard
Wild'n Out the only thing you've got, fool, you NEED this job
Yo, Rasika, you know I get crazy forever
You look like Kumar and Mr. Ed had a baby together
'Los, when will you cats really learn?
This...beard looks like Katt Williams perm
Chico, you know I'm the one for real, you're the one I kill
This ain't Fresh Prince why am I battling Uncle Phil
At the end of the day, we really don't give a damn
We did this whole show just to post that bitch on instagram