Cricketz

{*crickets chirp 24 times to open*}

[Intro]

Hey... hey! New Boyz

[Verse One: Legacy]

I remember when Pharrell used to rock the tight jeans with ice creams

While riding his skateboard it was like sightseeing

To lames who was afraid to change

If my middle finger could speak then I'd say the same

Nigga I must state my name, call me Legacy bitch

Mrs. Sweetheart, a.k.a let me see tits

Doin too much like a Marvel backflip

Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric

Where the haters at? Hello I found you

No I don't give a F word about you

I do me, leave us alone

Why don't you do you and go hump a clone, get it?

Ai, another damn thing

You'll never see me care about another man's jeans

I don't even know, like all through the years

Seem like everywhere I go the only thing that I hear is

[Hook]

Da-da-da-da New Boyz, Da-da-da-da tight jeans {*2X*}

"Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?" (Oh my, oh my)

"Oh my God why they jeans so tight?"

Like, yeah I rock skinnys

Yeah I rock, yeah I, yeah I rock skinnys (so what?) {*3X*}

If you got something to say then please step up

{*4 cricket chirps*} Psh, they like crickets to me

[Verse Two: Ben J]

Look, I'll scoot back let me give y'all your shot

Now get money, best believe I'mma get mine

I see haters and I'm looking at 'em like please, let me breathe

Why y'all niggas hatin on my skinny jeans?

Fresh kicks like I copped a magician

You must be missin the simple fact I'mma get it

And you ain't with it, baggy clothes n outfits

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

They comin' off hard but they soft like fabric

They lyin', sayin they the best like Khaled

They chose me, it's obvious I'm meant for the best

Skinny jeans sag low and I know y'all know the rest

I'm Ben J fool, why these dudes wanna trip?

Even though I like to flash, get it jerkin' in my kicks

I'mma just keep it straight like no one else

Bright colors is here, New Boyz is near, ha!

[Hook]

{*4 cricket chirps*} Ha! One verse, one hearse

[Verse Three: Tyga]

Ha! Get tighter, as the ghost of Mike rises

Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy

So you think you can dance in them fake Nike?

Lock your old ass down, lil' Ron Isley

I've been icey since minute maid made Hi-C

Telling me she Pisces, don't do signs, do check signings

Tyga tyrant, I'm with the power, with the diamonds

The fame will blind ya and bitch yeah I'm fuckin blind

See no evil, below the zeroes

More funds to free throw, house got the strip pole

Leave your jeans at the door girls with the speedos

[Hook]

I'm grown I don't do those, New Boyz with new dough

Other niggas Brunos, homies with homos

I'm Young Money, Sqad Up, GD capo

I get them cheese, extra cheese, no nachos/not-yours

Tyga man tatted like vatos (ya-da-da-da)

[Hook]

{*4 cricket chirps*} Heh, they like crickets to me