Blow Your Top

[Intro: The Andrews Sisters and Bandingo]
The buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
I ain't, I ain’t been in the studio for a bop, yo
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
You finna die baby!
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen, Jack"
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa don't blow your top

[Verse 1:]
Don't blow your-
Play stupid, I play dirty
Hands on like Frank Lucas
I got the sauce and you got the juice
Nigga we don’t rock the same fluid
Fufu your whole gang two-bit
Digital you niggas can't do it
Bullets go straight through his ass
Have that nigga doin' that Crank movement
I ain't got time to cry today
Don't-give-a-fuck vibe today
I'mma fingerpaint myself just to put a bullet hole inside my face
Time is valuable, and I ain't really got a dime to waste
Grab her by her tiny waist, as she ride my face
I'm a Grimey ape, in a shiny cape with a lotta cake
Pickup truck how she back it up, rockin’ like Metallica
Got it creaking like the Mississippi or the Congo River out in Africa
I was never good at algebra but I like it when my money addin’ up
This money be flippin' itself, while I kick my feet up like a mafia boss
I see these lil pussy-ass niggas runnin’ around tryna copy the sauce
Send my shooter to you and the shotty let off
Bag the body up and drop that shit off
That's my kin, and I ain't gotta pay 'em, but I will cus I can
You finna die baby!

[Bridge:]
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right
It’s a bird it's a plane
Straighten up and fly right
Hell nah, it's Bandingo
Cool down, papa don't blow your top

[Verse 2:]
Don't blow your top!
Her mood swinging like a pendulum
I ain't trippin' I know it's the hormones
She just need a lil act right
So the neighbors boutta hear this whore moan
Never tell them boys yo next move, that's classified information
If I tell my niggas that we gotta play they better get in formation
Slaughter shit like Conan, or an Afghan, I'm a madman
Cool nigga Frosty the snowman
Please act up I'ma show man
Showboating like a showman
Talkin' crazy but yo ass a whole fan
You don't really wanna go down that road like Rosecrans you got no chance
If I sense lies like a polygraph
Then it's on with the hockey mask
Bitch deep-throat my blowpop
I ain't got time to lollygag
Pull up a whole bunch of choppers kickin'
Is it a gunfight or a karate class?
What's the look today
Think I'll pop out in Punjabi rags
Poppin' tags whole lot of cash
Baby got a whole lot of ass
Givenchy stay up in her shopping bag
Don't worry if the Bugatti crash
Hop on my back, girl you know I'm fly so we gon fly away
Got a whole lot of swag, they tryna copy but they don't know how to paste

[Outro:]
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, fly right, fly
Straighten up and fly right
Fly right, yeah
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa don't blow your top
Don't you blow your fucking top!
You finna die baby