[Intro]
[Refrain]
And all the people go
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
All the people go!
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
([?])
[Verse 1]
B-boys brankin', glowing footsteps, on an inverted sky
And I'm just chillin', watching rappers 'till them perfect lies
But I'm like your underground radio, and the boy-to-girl ratio, is swinging way in my favor
Plus I came with people, who think with evil, using mics like lightsabers
Where the L.A. underground, police shoot rubber rounds, at our peaceful protest
But they need more than those firearms, to extinguish Driver's charm, 'cause he makes hip-hop people feel so fresh (Fresh!)
So, aren't you in the know? Is it dark blue or indigo? The color of what is considered cutting-edge
Well, I don't know about your ideals, just keep your eyes peeled, 'cause message boards are full of butting heads
[Refrain]
And the people go
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
All the people go!
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
([?])
[Verse 2]
Would the crowd-pleasers, through the loud speakers, renew in your faith in arts
Your TV's been all on day, and you'll have a mouth fever, so your TV must be taken apart
The network programmers aren't just cow breeders, you should come out to the bleachers, at least it'll be a great start
Once you examine all the style's features, you'll evolve from a wild creature, and understand that this is as great as [?]
And I love Cali, I like to live here, but the sun's not an inflatable boob
Look, I'm a rap hustler, going to shows in a gas guzzler, trying to preserve coming out of a [?], yeah
I should be more of a family man, but my head is in fantasy land, ask [?] baby mother. Who?
Maybe I should get jiggy with it, maybe I should say "Fuck y'all!"
And go do a Jay-Z cover of it
[Refrain]
And all the people go
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
Make all the people go
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
And all your people go
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
And Daddy Kev goes
La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di, La-di-da-di-da!
And all the people go...
[Verse 3]
Static has blessed the reigned computer tan
And Driver's rappers rappers moniker
To make other backpackers go bonkers
Watch him scratch and scratch the dog fur
Driver's known as a black auctioneer
Who has a whole lot of raps to offer
Give it to you in emotional spew
Watch all the people surround
Like moths to a light bulb
To a body that is ice cold and dead
Oh, so dead
Oh, so dead to you!
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