Nunchucks

With the nunchucks Rolling in your hood Ask a big bad wolf what is good Feeling dumbstruck I done been there, done that But I wonder why I still feel so alone Baby, stand up But don't pull them pants up You're pulling off my shirt But should I leave my hands up? Expression of fandom You know that I've been good But you still tear the cat up And when you provoke me You do it at random I won't lead you on But I hope that you can manage You don't want to man up You don't want to plan up But you call me wifey So what's the big idea? Do I need to sit right here and fill my ears While bullshit come out of your lips right here Got me searching for insight Insight? Guess I need to call this night off Riddle me riddle me that Mr. Unintentional Ass And his every interval fast - Throw that cheese and dough in that bag With that Little Italy swag Nigga, riddle riddle me that While my mental instantly crash When you enter, enter me Gentle then, yeah, ease up I'm day dreaming Now, whoa, I never daydream But you jumping from rooftops And searching and hunting, my ninja With the nunchucks Rolling in your hood Ask a big bad wolf what is good Feeling dumbstruck I done been there, done that But I wonder why I still feel so alone