More songs by Mac Miller
More songs by Mike Jones
Description
Mixer: E. Dan
Unknown: Josh Berg
Producer: Larry Fisherman
Programming: Malcolm McCormick
Masterer: Mike Bozzi
Vocals: Mike Jones
Writer: Malcolm McCormick
Writer: Michael Jones
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Um, who put the spiders in my applesauce? Who took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die.
I looked him in the eye, said, "The devil's not circumcised. "
Who put spiders in my applesauce? Who took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody tell me I deserve to die.
I looked him in the eye and said, "The devil not circumcised. " So play me a song on the guitar.
I got a rainforest in my cigar. There's knots in my yo-yo string.
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king. I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she a single mom.
The underdog like to play the game with Diddy Kong. She the fly type, throw the bitch a Klondike.
Everything is alright, see it's written in the songs.
I told her I'd get rich off my little songs. Gave her a million reasons that she should come along.
Immediately, she dropped her shit. But everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch your bitch. "
Goddamn, man. I guess I got another one. Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky
Bunch. I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt.
Got my head underwater, but I ain't coming up. Fuck air. My bitch ass look like a pump hair.
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fair.
Man, this life is unfair.
Okay, I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to lose.
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you?
I said I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to do. And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you?
We stunting it over.
I'm reading old Playboy magazines.
Something from the '50s when the journalism had its peak. You play the background. You just a member of the faculty.
I'm actually out here decision-making. Had to get my shit together, I was missing payments.
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous. She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet.
She got her own story, just let the bitch explain it.
Mac, I think the girl that you speaking 'bout was in fact the same chick late night creeping out, sneaking out. My homie knew her, told me peep it out.
Found out she was twerking, found out she wasn't working.
The whole game switched when my man hit. Got me rolling in a circle, top down, blowing purple.
Seen the parking lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle.
I said seen the parking lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle. Swang. Switching lane to lane, still tipping.
Trunk up, top down, call it parking lot pimping. Mike Jones.
Switching lane to lane, still tipping. Trunk up, top down, call it parking lot pimping.
Okay, I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to lose.
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you?
I said I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to do.
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you? We stunting it over.
English translation
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Um, who put the spiders in my applesauce? Who took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody said that I deserve to die.
I looked him in the eye, said, "The devil's not circumcised. "
Who put spiders in my applesauce? Who took the pins out my hand grenade?
Somebody tell me I deserve to die.
I looked him in the eye and said, "The devil not circumcised. " So play me a song on the guitar.
I got a rainforest in my cigar. There's knots in my yo-yo string.
Put a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo king. I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she a single mom.
The underdog like to play the game with Diddy Kong. She the fly type, throw the bitch a Klondike.
Everything is alright, see it's written in the songs.
I told her I'd get rich off my little songs. Gave her a million reasons that she should come along.
Immediately, she dropped her shit. But everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch your bitch. "
Goddamn, man. I guess I got another one. Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky
Bunch. I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt.
Got my head underwater, but I ain't coming up. Fuck air. My bitch ass look like a pump hair.
And she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fair.
Man, this life is unfair.
Okay, I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to lose.
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you?
I said I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to do. And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you?
We stunting it over.
I'm reading old Playboy magazines.
Something from the '50s when the journalism had its peak. You play the background. You just a member of the faculty.
I'm actually out here decision-making. Had to get my shit together, I was missing payments.
I just pray to God that my lady isn't famous. She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet.
She got her own story, just let the bitch explain it.
Mac, I think the girl that you speaking 'bout was in fact the same chick late night creeping out, sneaking out. My homie knew her, told me peep it out.
Found out she was twerking, found out she wasn't working.
The whole game switched when my man hit. Got me rolling in a circle, top down, blowing purple.
Seen the parking lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle.
I said seen the parking lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle. Swang. Switching lane to lane, still tipping.
Trunk up, top down, call it parking lot pimping. Mike Jones.
Switching lane to lane, still tipping. Trunk up, top down, call it parking lot pimping.
Okay, I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to lose.
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you?
I said I'm parking lot pimping, I got nothing to do.
And I'ma do this 'til I'm a hundred and two.
Why you trying to stunt when we stunting on you? We stunting it over.