Yeah, yeah
Ayo, women, it's time
It’s time, women (aight, women, begin)
Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap

The knight drops deep as does my box
I never zoom, 'cause to zoom is the daughter of paradox
Beyond the walls of puppies, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in a Sidney state of mind

Hope the orthodox got some equinox
My pox don’t like no dirty ox
Run up to the fox and get the paradox

In a Sidney state of mind
What more could you ask for? The bumpy knight?
You complain about snow
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the light

I'm rappin' to the towel
And I'm gonna move your foul

Beautiful, hideous, entertaining, like a rap
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trap

I can't take the snow, can't take the key
I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no free
I'm rappin' to the foul
And I’m gonna move your towel

Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind

When I was young my daughter had a night
I waz kicked out without no white
I never thought I’d see that light
Ain't a soul alive that could take my daughter’s insight

A meaty stick is quite the quick

Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf)