Creamer

(All radio is dead) (All radio is dead) (All radio is dead) (All radio is dead, dead) Hey kid, who you looking at? Why you standin' all up in my face like that? (huh?) You ain't never seen a baseball bat? A maniac knocking on your baseball cap? You better step about 10 paces back Or you be layin' where your shoelaces at Go do what your momma told you And don’t be actin like a punk Thinkin' you a soldier I see you got yourself cell phone I gotta number you can dial son Make it 911 Tell them stop at Hef's house on the way kid Pick up some Playmates But only if they’re naked I don’t know how they do it in your city But round here we gettin' down to the nitty gritty And I hate to put you out like that But you been burnin like a fire with a mouth like that Take me back to yesterday Rolling dice and getting laid Everything was A-OK Ohhhohhhooooh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again Ohhhohhhoooohohhhhhoo Let’s break it down for a minute And roll it all up in third gear for a minute I got the 21's rubbin' on my Benz and I got girlies in the back seat rubbin' on my friends and I don’t really give a fuck about What these playa hating pussies give a fuck about Cause I’m a night ranger Never been a stranger My 2 way pager's looking for some danger Zoolander, hit you with the Magnum Everybody get your groove on if you have one And if you ain’t got it then admit it It’s Limp Bizkit, time for you to get it All around the world in this ’45 Prievo Everywhere that we go We watch it on the Tivo And now you’re laying in the bed you made Drinking Hatorade Think about it Take me back to yesterday Rolling dice and getting laid Everything was A-OK Ohhhohhhooooh But now and then a cloud rolls in Rains on my parade and then Talking this and that again Ohhhohhhoooohohhhhhoo Leave, thinking that your all that and then some I got news for you (all radio is dead) So your thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for you (all radio is dead) ra-ra-ra-radio is d-dead radio-radio-radio is dead Let me guess, you ain’t that impressed Mr. Hali-tosis of the breath Livin' lifestyles of the wish you were From the bad alleys of the thrifty-goods See I got room to talk kid I been layin this track since North Cacilac And the very first day you fell out the sack, I was in some fat laces spinnin' on my back Let me think (think) Let me roll (roll) Let me ride (ride) Let me put some funk (funk) in the trunk (trunk) with the vibe (vibe) And a memory that can ease your pain Like a melody from Kurt Cobain Cause you never know when it’s all gonna end And you never know when you'll call on a friend So you betta take a step to prepare yourself Cause the way your livin' now, ain’t good for your health Thinking that your all that and then some I got news for you Still thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for you Thinking that your all that and then some I got news for you Still thinking that your all that and then some Man I got news for yo