Lyrics

Way back in fifth grade When other kids couldn't get laid I was rockin' a pair of alligator leathers With pigtails in tight braids Had a fedora made of velour Smelling like a stick of roll on sure It was after linger from that tetherball girl You know the one with the curl When you see this player pimpin' You can't figure how it happen That all them girls be eating out of my hand Even that Farley bitch from way down at lunch lady land But before we get into that Let me flux capacitate it back To the summer before when I began my attack on the racket of the mac See I was just a poor white trash with Backyard fort holdin' a stash of Stolen ho-hos dingdong's Mountain dew wearing a starter hat I'd Hit my cannonballs big Always had the best splash When I got my pogoball It was nature boy I became the mac Put one shoe on the platform Squeezed the ball with my two feet My first move? 360 off the curb into the street Bounce P to the O to the Go to the B to the ALL Bounce pimp bounce pimp Pimpin' On A Pogoball Bounce pimp bounce pimp bounce P to the O to the Go to the B to the ALL Bounce pimp bounce pimp Pimpin' On A Pogoball Bounce pimp bounce pimp bounce Pogoball that's what yuh call it Bouncin' on yuh, boost yuh wallet Leave a fat loaf in your toilet Hear me laughin' when you saw it Bo Derek, Farrah Fawcett Olivia Newt, yeah she was awesome On my skateboard, skull and crossbones OP shorts, young days of flossin' Back then there was no xanax baby we had Xanadu I smashed into a wall in hopes that I could too break through Didn't work, I'm still here So sneak me two beers With my best friend Izzo, gettin' faded Stars in a fucked up wonder years In his garage playin' pass out game Push on my chest, disconnect main frame Slap to the face I awoke no pain Seen Betties outside window pane I blew up all my He-Man Had high hopes for a handski Cause I was lovin' girlies just like Roman Polanski Thunder Cats and Jolly Ranchers, strike out and skate My life was so damn sweet and I was licking the plate I said my life was so damn sweet and I was licking the plate Moving way too fast because I just couldn't wait Bounce pimp bounce pimp Pimpin' On A Pogoball Bounce pimp bounce pimp bounce P to the O to the Go to the B to the ALL Bounce pimp bounce pimp Pimpin' On A Pogoball Bounce pimp bounce pimp bounce My White sox hat it says sex I got a gold chain here on my chest I rock one strap down on my overalls And you know I get high on a mother fuckin' pogoball This ain't no hula hoop this ain't no yo-yo trick This ain't no Rincon Valley sucker on a pogo stick This is the real shit so come and scratch where it itches And keep your distance from the robot when it G-G-G-Glitches Fool I'm robot My protocol is so hot My pogoball is perfectly inflated to the dope spot No over pumping it got it covered like I'm dry humpin' it I bouncing like a check and steady non-sufficient funding it And ladies they love it how I'm trickin' and stuntin' And all the fellas can't be frontin' on the way that I be jumpin Shit see I'm the king of them playground thangs It's like when I did a full loop around them swangs And like when i did a face plant and got a loose tooth When i jumped a pogoball off of yer moms roof Bounce pimp bounce pimp Bounce pimp bounce pimp bounce Bounce pimp bounce pimp Bounce pimp bounce pimp bounce
Writer(s): Jacob Battersby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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