Car Rear - Jamie Kennedy, Stu Stone

Uhh

Yeah!

Turn my bass up

Who’s dippin sippin on some crunk juice (crunk juice)

Who’s dippin rippin at my jump shoes

My one-twos, jump on scenes like me on big screens

Been in «Three Kings» and three screams and what that means

Uhh, I ain’t done with it

Take that Malibu shit and fuckin run with it

Cause as long as me and Stu come come with it

We gonna hit a home run with it

How dare you stare and wonder where we came from

And I don’t get it, uhh, you shoulda seen us comin

While you was suckin your thumb and, I was messin with Care Bears

And not that you care, but the shit still airs

Uhh, damn right the check clears

Respect’s near, got a car and a career

Chick in the car rear, won’t tell your dad where

The age of Kennedy and Stone is here

(We blowin. we blowin up~!) — *2X*

Son of an ass, put me on blast, for «Son of the Mask»

Even went as far as to say it’d be the last

But he who laughs last lasts lasts the hardest

He who ran fast and ran the farthest

Now it’s a starfest, now I got 'em callin me ar-tist

Shakin hands, and run in the stands like I’m Ar-test

Might be the smartest, d-d-decision to start this

An-an-an-an-and th-th-this beat be the hardest

Makin it happen, we done made it happen

Who coulda guessed a couple of guys like us could make it rappin

Might I suggest that next time you do do not let that happen

Now lean with it, rock with it, now let’s get to snappin

Ayyyy, uhh

When it comes to rappin I’m Atlanta Brave

Ayyyy, we gon' take this to the top

And we won’t stop until we hit the Grammy stage

(We blowin. we blowin up~!) — *3X*