Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and

You can't ride in my little red wagon The front seat's broken and the axel's dragin' You know it ain't my fault when I'm walkin' jaws droppin' like And my Tony Lomas Ooh, ah, ooh, ah So guess what? No you can't step to this backyard swagger You only love

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble

Now if you came with ya man, leave 'em over there Yeah, it's a jungle out here (watch out) Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake What your mama gave ya (uh huh) Come on ooh, sexy thang

Sounds like falling in love Sounds like falling in love right now Tell me what's better than the two of us First I take you out, then you turn around Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we had our own fast lane So I take you home, drive you wherever you

What you think this is? Ayy, ayy, don't need no new friends Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning counted half a M, yeah Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah Uh, just

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I wanna go up there and I don't ever wanna come down I wanna see what's up there, actin' like I got it all figured out I wanna see what's up there, must be better than the hell on the ground Yeah, take me all the way to the top baby

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never