Rick Warren Money

[Intro]
Boom! Hooh
Ooha
Ooh, yeah
(clears throat), ooh yeah
Ah, it goes like this, myah yeah
Uh. Eeeee
There is no snare in these headphones
Yeah. Boom. Yah

[Verse 1]
Y'all loving' my non sequiturs
Telling vendors to open the darn registers
Bomb pedicures, legs at calm temperatures
You ain't seen it, you opened the wrong sepulcher
When Aaron's singing I listen to all of Neville's words
And Ronstadt don't know what his falsetto's worth
And I'll metal spurt off from y'all's ghetto turf
Noah plus Ray Allen from-the-ark Shuttlesworth
Jesus coming back soon, for what it's worth
Like Gandalf the White between lower and upper earth
Secretariat, Seabiscuit, Shadowfax
Triple crown eatin' oats in buckets with some Applejacks
Glue factory next, he got the cataracts
And no opposable thumbs to swing the battle axe
Hard pill to swallow down for the stallion's dad
Where the skinny talon at?
Where them Jimmy Fallon ads?
Dusty Bottoms canteen from the saddlebags
Still full of water
Lucky Day up in some frazzled chaps
Ned Nederlander swag Mick Jagger has
Still making Rick Warren money like it's Saddleback

[Hook]
Ah you can call me
Ah you can call me
Ah you can call me dad
Cause I'm sonnin' you

Ah you can call me
Ah you can call me
Ah you can call me dad
Cause I'm sonnin' you

Ah I'mma call you
Ah I'mma call you
Ah I'mma call you son
Cause I'm sonnin' you

Ah I'mma call you
Ah I'mma call you
Ah I'mma call you son
Cause I'm sonnin' you

[Verse 2]
I'm Ocean's Fourteenth here at the Bellagio
I'm the dude that ensures none of they coffee's cold
Impaq Presario, breakbeat Lethario
Lookin' for a skin tone a little bit Rosario
Little less Omarion, little more Arsenio
We'll just call her Dominique Dawes
Log on my Vimeo
You can call it "jungle fever", I just call it lovin' divas
Waddup Aretha and Taraji P, waddup Latifa (waddup Latifah!)
It's that white bread smile that belied the fact
I liked Trina more than Britney--she was fine and rapped
And more than kinda stacked
I sorta kinda had
A poster of her sorta hover over while I napped
G-status, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
East 1999 Eternal was a part of me
Fifth grade elementary drug dealer wannabe
Asking all my teachers, "What y'all want from me?"
Yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
BDP my nine milli go ba da da da
More impressive ring entrance than Kamala got
And plus your mama got a fridge full of Häagen-Dazs
Eatin' till the carton's gone while she watching Chocolat
(huh) don't be persona non grata, dawg
Non-productive commentary got your karma wrong
But did them squat thrusts help to keep my dharma strong
While them girls reaching for me like they using Dhalsim's arms (yeah)
Super Streetfighter, uber beat writer, Kooler Keith biter
Lose your teeth tiger, looping b-minor
Flip to the b-side of my catalog beast
Buy the nice analog piece
And some rhymes that I release
This is the final Colonel Guile Sonic Boom
M. Bison with the Vega claw added Sagat, too
Hadouken Ken and Ryu don't know who to sock it to
T. Hawk, E. Honda, Zangief, and Blanka knew

[Hook]

[Outro]
You can call me uncle cause I uncled you
You can call me aunt because I aunted you
And you can call me sister, cause I can--it's true
And you can call me brother cause I brothered you
And you can call me friend because I friended you
You can't hit me on Facebook, I unfriended you
You can't call me on Skype, I won't Skype with you
You can call me little buddy cause I buddied you
You can call me lover cause I lover you
You can call me Mel Gibson, Danny Glover'd you…
You can call me rubber band man, I rubbered you
You can call me Linus' blanket, I covered you
Rihanna's umbrella, I will cover you
A channel--I will discover you (hmmm)
And there will never be another you
You can call me cuddle buddy cause I'll cuddle you
Call me 23rd letter, because I'll W
Call me Ballpark Frank, cause I will mustard you
Call me Tinky Winky I will tubby custard you
You freestyle, then I will rebuttal you (ha ha, yeah)