Letras
This ain't no love ballad (this ain't no love ballad)
Or romance song (or romance song)
This a dance song for you can get yo dance on
It's hard to keep my pants on when I'm giggin' (when I'm giggin')
And when I'm giggin' it look like I'm diggin' (look like I'm diggin')
I do the pigeon, bird like a nerd
Some endlessly rappin' every line every word
I dust myself off like I stole third
Skinny nigga giggin' with no shirt
I get chauffeured so I can passenger gig
Get the chips and don't trip off her mask and her wig
So, son, I'm askin' her this, can you do the thing?
Can you really do the dew and pursue the green?
I ask her who the king, she tell me I'm is
(Nothin' but the hook) it's almost time, kids
I'm tryna see some grindin' (come on), can you dig? (Come on)
Yeah, you fine, bitch (come on), but can you gig?
Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig (ugh, she giggin')
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig (ugh, he giggin')
Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig (ugh, she giggin')
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig (ugh, he giggin')
Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig (ugh, she giggin')
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig (ugh, he giggin')
Baby, can you gig?
You so crazy when you gig (ugh, she giggin')
Lady, can you gig?
Girl, you so crazy when you gig (ugh, he giggin')
Ah, it's Mr. Fab, baby, RFA though
I'm from the Bay, bro, and I don't play, ho
I'm deep cup like my nigga Fabo
How to do the frilly ghost, then get my wave on
How to do the two-step, one-leg shuffle
Put my bag on my shoulder, yeah, it's a duffle
There's a wiggle in any place
Then throw my T's up right in your face
Do the Birdman, I know you heard, man
Do the Urkel, a.k.a. the nerd dance
Do the geek geek, then the tweak tweak