Tacos, made with pride. The upper-west side
Cartels, you two, just drive Triads on Broadway High.
Supply and demand in this restaurant, know they bought it out: fist bump,
And they goin’ legit, to legit to quit, before you’re havin’ a fit, better go with it.
At night I watch adult things, cover my eyes during sex scenes,
Then on to a little bit of texting, handing questionnaires that are vexing.
Swiping right at night, a damn shame right?
But Tinder keeps my apartment looking right.
Benjamin Franklins, I’ll fly a kite,
Butterfly the last unicorn, hold tight.
Price yourself out the game Glenfiddich, I’ll disappear like Schmendrick
You ain’t my High School sweetheart, and my name ain’t Kendrick.
Fitting it all in a briefcase, Selfie With a duck-face.
Brother Jamal serving rice cakes, no beanpie you lose face.
Comedy tickets, jokes be crickets,
And you better not say the word midget.
Dig it, gotta tent pitch it, got a bucket... kick it
You’re dead son, two one-on-one,
Too Hall N' Oats
Don’t go to jail son, might meet a schwarzeneggar,
Then you got groped,
Jazz purists, professional students that gotta eat,
Tourists, real estate losers and Wall Street,
Black nanny skeet skeet, got you on the cheap,
Your dad’s got sexy friends on facebook,
What work that took,
Add friend, add friend, Cleanex and a napkin, napkin.
Tacos, made with pride. The upper-west side
Cartels, you two, just drive
Ni-hao, Bye Bye
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