Talkin’ Stupid(Album Version) - Villebillies

Talkin' Stupid (Album Version) - Villebillies/Skinny Deville
Lyrics by：Dustin "Tuck" Tucker/D. Monyhan/D. Mouser/J. O'Daniel/W. Hughes
Composed by：Dustin "Tuck" Tucker/D. Monyhan/D. Mouser/J. O'Daniel/W. Hughes
I'll talk stupid if I want to
You gon' like it fine fine
You gon' shake yo' a*s a*s
You won't use your mind mind
I won't use sarcasm-casm
Your hips will be havin' spasms
You won't have to think
Won't spit nothin' that you cannot fathom
Ha ha ha ha
Step up in the club like what up girl
Name's lil' Tuck I'mma rock ya world
Me and 2-B and we came to be
Lookin' for two lil' late night creeds
I'll be walking around the scene not givin' a d**n
I gotta bounce six bucks and a drink in my hand
I'm 'bout to find me a breezy to tease me
And please me
The place so bumpin' I gotta say take it easy
Ya'll know who we be when we step up in the buildin'
Broke as a joke but I'm lookin' like a million dollars
Holler at your boy ain't lookin' real clean in my corduroys
Said ooh-wee 2-B d**n youse a cutie
A couple more drinks and you're probably gonna do me
Truly miss I do believe you're right
And now I think I'm gonna bring you with me tonight
If I want to
You gon' like it fine fine
You gon' shake yo' a*s a*s
You won't use your mind mind
I won't use sarcasm-casm
Your hips will be havin' spasms
You won't have to think
Won't spit nothin' that you cannot fathom
Ha ha ha ha
Early in the morning I wake and bake
Lookin' for a way to make mistakes
I smoke I choke I blow the joe
I shiver up to rock and turn to snow
I swing low I say things you do not know
Take me for a bride you boned
I'm iron with a candy coat
Don't you hear the boy
The friction of my 117
Your paper skin is heatin'
The whole d**n world you seein'
I've got a problem with not reachin'
I'm not preachin' know my status
P-I-M-P in the baddest
Don't got clothes
Don't got 128 on twenty-fos
Check out how I turn these foes to gold
One bad motherf**ker like whoa so
Talk stupid if I want to
You gon' like it fine fine
You gon' shake yo' a*s a*s
You won't use your mind mind
I won't use sarcasm-casm
Your hips will be havin' spasms
You won't have to think
Won't spit nothin' that you cannot fathom
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah this is whatchu talkin' 'bout girl
Yea
Skinny Deville Nappy Roots
Yessir Skinny D sittin' full as a tig
He's a bad mama-jama always ova' talkin' slick
Slide slum 'bout as cool as it gets
So fly some even think he's the s**t
Well if he's as real as they come
Why's he runnin' with them minute boys
And quick of the tongue
It's simple as the high hat kickin' the drums
Snare with the bass line K-Y where you from
Well tell them no more stupid and dumb
Somethin' slang 210 got them packin' the gun
I'm countin' twelve friends and they all lookin' drunk
Man come for the beat they're only here to have fun
So sell them anything that they want
Mary Jane little tron keep it simple and plain
Half of all the well drinks and a n***a to fault
Long as I represent the Bill they can say what they want
If I want to
You gon' like it fine fine
You gon' shake yo' a*s a*s
You won't use your mind mind
I won't use sarcasm-casm
Your hips will be havin' spasms
You won't have to think
Won't spit nothin' that you cannot fathom
Ha ha ha ha