Wake the hell up, take a shower, and then cameo up for the next 4 hours, coffee in the
kitchen, getting ready for work, if Hottie don't listen, Betty is smart, cameo's a shit,
you don't play it your loco, especially since the Ocho, I'm hosting in that bumper to bumper,
my emotion won't keep playing this slumber, I'm never on time, always late, on the bay
bridge, on the golden gate, but still in grade, and ooh eee, it gets too eee, with the caddy
Chewie, look at that fool in that car, and that seat jumping, he must be bumping with
me bumping, Chewie ain't playing boy, it ain't right, it's like a spray thing without the
whistle pipe, Mack Gray do, Chewie don't F with them ball grams, cause Chewie ain't quitting
on the yard, and the walkmans, he the boss man, Herc, 106 .1 megahertz, at work, everybody
loving him, a little Eric from DJ Double M, I'm stupid doodoo dumb, got them gold dreads,
and become like one with Chewie Gomez, hey, go, go, go Chewie, go, go Chewie, go Chewie,
go Chewie, go Chewie, go Chewie, go Chewie, go Chewie, go Chewie, go Chewie, go Chewie,
