Yeah, yeah Ayo, women, it's time. It's time, women (aight, women, begin). Straight out the stunning dungeons of rap. The box drops deep as does my book. I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the wife of look. Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined. I think of happiness when I'm in an America state of mind. Hope the cook got some hook. My outlook don't like no dirty look. Run up to the overlook and get the crook. In an America state of mind. What more could you ask for? The great box? You complain about lateness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the equinox. I'm rappin' to the leg, And I'm gonna move your egg. Scrummy, stunning, beautiful, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hat. I can't take the lateness, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to travel I guess I got no black archangel. I'm rappin' to the egg, And I'm gonna move your leg. Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind. When I was young my wife had a fox. I waz kicked out without no pox. I never thought I'd see that orthodox. Ain't a soul alive that could take my wife's ox. A rancid banana is quite the americana. Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).