Lyrics
All right, babe, I'm going to the store, keep an eye on Richie for me
All right, homie, look, check it out
I know this is your mom's house, but this is my fuckin' house, homie
And don't be askin' me for shit, huh, I don't even know you like that
I'm not your dad, don't forget that shit
Now go to your room, go read a fuckin' book or somethin'
Fuck