NAH

[Intro: Rob Riley]
Hello?
Whatchu mean?
I've been doing this for 17 years
Get off my line with that bullshi...
Man..look
Man yaaaaaaahhh

[Hook x2: Rob Riley]
Nah nah nah nah
Y'all done came around at
The wrong motherfucking time
Hand out, must be out
Ya rabbid ass fucking mind
I don't have time
For the yah yah
Whatcha want?

[Verse 1: Rob Riley]
Swam the jealous sea, nothing stuck but tender spaghetti
'Bout time he got his head up out of his ass already
Bet he won't try that again, it'll get him nowhere quick
But in the same damn chair that he first sat in
Thirst trappin', nipples cold poking through clothes; satin
Spaghetti strappin', all you can do is double tap it
Tuck tucker back in your pants then, things happenin' too rapidly
Coming or going, don't know which it is exactly
Attitudes be at they height, hittin' glass ceilings
Wanna know the truth about it hmm? Just ask children
Unwittingly spittin' the proverbial grillin' beans
Admittedly giving us wisdom like some of those silly memes
Yah

[Hook x2: Rob Riley]
Nah nah nah nah
Y'all done came around at
The wrong motherfucking time
Hand out, must be out
Ya rabbid ass fucking mind
I don't have time
For the yah yah
Whatcha want?

[Verse 2: Rob Riley]
Vicariously, living through another silly rabbits carrot leaves
Matching hat and glasses from the same haberdashery
Averaging roughly a third of what he making annually
Never actually realizing that it's half fantasy, but last week
You were a regular Johnny Appleseed, here it is Saturday
And your rags resemble Romain tapestry
When making an ass of yourself, try to match at least
Aquire what you desire, albeit gradually but
Be mad at me, take out all of your frustrations
Like trash and hopefully the truck will be out there waiting
While your at it, get todays paper, thumb through
For today, whatcha gone do is yesterdays news
But I guess that was old to you too
And soon

[Hook x2: Rob Riley]
Nah nah nah nah
Y'all done came around at
The wrong motherfucking time
Hand out, must be out
Ya rabbid ass fucking mind
I don't have time
For the yah yah
Whatcha want?

[Verse 3: Rob Riley]
Well let's agree to disagree, (please) amicably
Nothing personal toward you, (nah) as you can see
We on the same damn boat, 'bout as ashy as can be
Something you wanna know hmmm? Ask me and you'll see
How fast I tell it, they peddlin' lies selling it
I'm the same damn me, from my line to my goatee
One head, one face, never swelling or changin'
It's rare celebrity not put the "mess" in famous
That's why I's glad I ain't them, this tag don't say it
That "Hello My Name Is" is blank!
I am whatever you think, thanks
Deposit that shit in a stink bank
Rethink any prejudgement prejudice...