Head , shoulders , knees, toes Show me how low that you can go She got the apple, bottom, jeans, ON. Ridin thru the city 80 degrees but I’m chilly Im a goofy and a rapper But I’m never pee diddy Tho I be feeling like jimmy When I be crusin outter space While I be hittin the Mary It got me chillin like a villain Like I’m taking the ferry Ain’t got no time for arguments It’s what you do on the daily Ain’t got no time for sucker shit I save that shit for the candy If she want a piece of me She gotta go the pantry