[Chorus]
Damn, what happened?
Rap ain't even rapping
What’s the deal with music today?
Gwen Stefani
You could be my mommy
Gotta get you out of LA

[Post-Chorus]
(Alright, so how would you describe yourself?)
Would you
Let me
Move into your heart for free?
I would
Treat you good
Buy us a place out in Hollywood
We could get an apartment in the heart of the city
The location is great, but the people are shitty
(Maybe-ba-be-ba-be-be-be-be-be-be, yeah)
(Fuck you, John)
Maybe (What, come on)
Stay with mе (Alright)
On the East Coast, where thе funky people be (That's right, that's right)
LA (LA, L-E)
Ain't for me (Na-na, na-na)
I’ll settle down in Philadelphia (Woo)
Okay
[Verse]
So, fuck with the birds, or fuck what you heard
I’ll love you forever, I give you my word
Move into the city, I came from the 'burbs
So mess with the kid, or get flushed ya turd, word
I could be the man of your dreams
If you’ve been dreaming bout a mustache and a man with a scheme
Wiggle-wiggle on over, got a crop full of cream
This little birdie gettin' wormy when she thinking of me
'Cause I’m the super fresh outlaw, no clout y’all
A-Gwen Stefani, little mommy, screaming "No Doubt," y’all
And Gwen
Yo, Gwen, um, I really think we should give this an honest try
Tell Blake Shelton I'ma turn him right into a skeleton
Melt his dumb ass down to gelatin
And what a-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d
What, uh, Arrested Development
With, uh, the Michael Cera
Riggity-riggit-riggity-riggity rap shit
'Cause I
A-tiggity-tack it, I do back flips over these whack kids
Give 'em fat lips, and then I make 'em do my taxes
Oh, what you wanna talk about, practice?
We talkin' about practice?

[Chorus]
Damn, what happened?
Rap ain't even rapping
What’s the deal with music today?
Gwen Stefani
You could be my mommy
Gotta get you out of LA
[Outro]
LA-LA-LA
Ain't for me