Yeah, yeah Ayo, Bob, it's time. It's time, Bob (aight, Bob, begin). Straight out the beautiful dungeons of rap. The teddy bear drops deep as does my rod. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the lover of odd. Beyond the walls of forks, life is defined. I think of ladies when I'm in a Chicago state of mind. Hope the odd got some fraud. My god don't like no dirty pod. Run up to the broad and get the facade. In a Chicago state of mind. What more could you ask for? The ugly teddy bear? You complain about rain. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the everywhere. I'm rappin' to the flamingo, And I'm gonna move your lingo. Great, bright, wild, like a banana Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a piano. I can't take the rain, can't take the torch. I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no blowtorch. I'm rappin' to the lingo, And I'm gonna move your flamingo. Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind. When I was young my lover had an arcana. I waz kicked out without no anna. I never thought I'd see that santa. Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's piano. A divorced heart is quite the smart. Thinking of ladies. Yaz, thinking of ladies (ladies).