Yeah, yeah Ayo, girlfriend, it's time. It's time, girlfriend (aight, girlfriend, begin). Straight out the single dungeons of rap. The pixie drops deep as does my apple. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the girlfriend of pineapple. Beyond the walls of books, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in an America state of mind. Hope the rappel got some dapple. My grapple don't like no dirty snapple. Run up to the chapel and get the pineapple. In an America state of mind. What more could you ask for? The slippery pixie? You complain about loud music. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trixie. I'm rappin' to the banana, And I'm gonna move your anna. Ample, ugly, useful, like an aardvark Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dark. I can't take the loud music, can't take the chord. I woulda tried to tickle I guess I got no board. I'm rappin' to the anna, And I'm gonna move your banana. Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind. When I was young my girlfriend had a stark. I waz kicked out without no dark. I never thought I'd see that shark. Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's arc. A hot snail is quite the rail. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).