Bitties In the BK Lounge

Yo man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, a'ight

Yo man, we have any milk?

Yo, what time is it?

I don't know, what day is it?

Don't know, I'll tell you

You don't know?

Well it was a Wednesday

Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry

Like two eggs, and a sloppy slice of lettuce

And a glass of milk and some cookies

Spotted in the midst was the BK logo

What we said, "Well, what do you know?"

This chick thought I was trying to play fly

'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on

Young girl, won't you take my order?

She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy

So don't you see I'm trying to put this Band-Aid on my finger?"

Lingerin’, I can tell

She's a BK mademoiselle

Wrinkled uniform and bottom bell

And some jelly stuff on her sleeve

Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar

Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking $2.45 an hour

And then Boss Hog hollered

"Girl, you better make this quick"

She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick"

I had an idea of lickity split

Took my hat off and that was it

Dreadlocks falling all over me and then I said

"Yeah, now we'll see"

And oh, with quick velocity honey was mesmerized

"Ain't you that guy?"

Ain't you that girl?

"De La Soul, right?"

No, Tracy Chapman

"Why don't you come over to the counter and write me out an autograph?"

Ha-ha-ha, I had to laugh

She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph

But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed

"What's the name of that song you sing?"

"Living in a Fast Car", I said

Forget about the order I made

I'll go get a slice of pizza instead

Bitties in the BK lounge

All they do is beg and they scrounge

Bitties in the BK lounge

The bitties in the BK lounge

Bitties in the BK lounge

All they do is beg and they scrounge

Bitties in the BK lounge

The bitties in the BK lounge

Superbass

What’s taking you so long, Shoshawna?

Yo, I don’t know, Rosita, 'cause I been waiting out here too long

And for a cheeseburger?

He’s too busy looking at these girls

And he’s supposed to be the manager

Manager?

Hello, excuse me?

Yo, would you take my order?

What's up, yo, excuse me?

Excuse me, would you take my order?

I have to go

Shoshawna's got a real job, dag, don't you know?

Oh yeah, it's you, now I recognize

The real, real bitty with the fake, fake eyes

Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?

Yes, you can, but you can keep your lies

'Cause you know you can't diss me, but you pissing me off

What are you talking about?

I know where you live and I know that you're soft

Yeah, right

You're as booty as they come and you dress like a geek

Booty?

My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks

Look, you don't have to play fly in here

I'm not tryna play fly

Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear

Weave?

But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray

By the way, yo, here's yours

I know you just sweating me, so baby, kill the noise

Sweating you? You’re buggin’

With your polyester pants and they're also high waters

Yeah, right

Look at what you do all day but take orders

You bowtie wearing, clocking and staring

I know you're just upset because you can't get the rap

I think you better chill before my man give you a slap

Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school

Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools

Makin’ money

With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinny

But yeah, we're livin’ fat

Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?

'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor

Or better yet pour it down your pants and let the acid kill

The smell that should have been left to Massengill

Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet

I got too much family to heed your threats

Are you a family man?

Word booty

Well I shouldn't be surprised

Since your sister's flipping burgers and your mother's frying fries

Don't even try that shh

Oh damn, look

What?

Here comes one more

It's your father, he just finished mopping the floor

Yeah, right

Now give them a hand, it’s the BK clan

So you can't talk garbage about who I am

Well, aren't we living foul

Yes, we are

Speaking of foul, how 'bout some chicken for the cow?

Your mother

Oops, I meant you, sorry for the mix up

But your stomach's always big from the sexual slip ups

I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man

You better

I think there's something you should understand

I try to be nice and help the poor make money

And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere, dummy

Yeah, okay

Now BK workers is too damn rude

I think I'll go get me some Chinese food

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know

Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know

Maseo, what goes on?

I don't know, but check me on out

Bitties, y'all be flippin'

Ah-ah, ya buggin'

Bitties, y'all be flippin'

Ah-ah, ya buggin'

Ask for a burger, catch an attitude

The taste is worse, come off extremely rude

But when I snap back, you're tamperin with my food

Uh-uh, ya buggin'

Bitties, y'all be flippin'

Uh-uh, ya buggin

Bitties, y'all be flippin'

Honey, your hair really looks a bore

A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure

Forget the burgers, let's all go open up a donut store

Yo, this is baby Chris, I’m chillin’ on the beat down hour

Rumor has it that De La is opening up a donut shop

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