Girls... Or... Like...

Our Time is limited tonight

But I got to send love

To all the women in my life

From the innocent and bright

To the independent type

But after we finish

You’ll see ‘em in a different light

That’s right

The girls… are… like…

You know the girls…

[Verse 1: Psychosiz]

The girls… or… like…

First edition

Vintage prints

In Mint condition

With inscriptions

Cursive written

Personally penned in... by Stan motherfuckin’ Lee

She was incredible

But green with Envy and couldn’t let it go

Always wanted to smash on bitches

The shit was terrible

Territorial even

I mean, we’d go to dinner

The slightest thing would set her off

All bitter off her temper

Don’t let her have her friends with her

Those bitches Defender

Then get all West Coast

And want me to Avenger

So I kicked her to the curb

Absurd

My mistake

In hindsight

I should have shot her into space

But I got an Amazing broad

To follow in her place

Baby was Spectacular

They call her Sensational

And they should know

She was all over the place

Bouncing off the walls

The friendly neighborhood waitress

With traits of a stripper

Upside down

She put her legs behind her head

Then let me take pictures

Had to park her

She couldn’t let the Mary Jane go

Tryna’ fight the high

The glide took her on a ride

Ran out of fluid and died

From the very same blow

In a web of lies

But I guess that’s how the game go

From Surfer broads

To Runaways

To underrated Strange hoes

It’s uncanny

The way these Rogue chicks Dazzle me

Storm in and Psy locks ‘em down

Week after week

It’s genetic

They hate being called freaks

Different shades of blue

It’s all the same Mystique

Our Time is limited tonight

But I got to send love

To all the women in my life

From the innocent and bright

To the independent type

But after we finish

You’ll see ‘em in a different light

That’s right

The girls… are… like…

You know the girls…

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

The girls… or… like…

Sick and attractive but I’m sick of the traffic

Keys to houses and jeans and blouses

So she ain’t stuck on shoppin’

She’s just browsin’

I knew this girl named Rapid Sheryl

She worked at Cracker Barrel

Wearing some witty dingy black indie rap apparel

She has a legion of exes

She was in need of protection

She had the world’s flyest CD collection

So let’s just say she would lace heads

With all the new music but none of them fools had to break bread

But they turned red in the face and gave chase

Occasionally the CD didn’t match what the case said

So brothers ran like a base-head chasing a jumbo

To the other homegirl Megan Upload

Now Megan had to keep it cutthroat

Because her home address was well known

So to protect herself she switched the letters on her bell code

And Lucendit was too business

If my package was too big then she’s trippin’ on who zipped it

Plus she wanted a subscription

Not like the sister Viv-Share

Her spot’s nice but I keep hearing viruses live there

Kinda like Z-Sheri’s place

Cause she’s a freak too and runs around with half-naked chicks offering previews

(Dat don’t mean I’m a freak, Boo)

I don’t believe you

How you got all these rap niggas lead singles?

As a youngin’ I would mingle but I’m wiser in old age

Ain’t nothing worth bringing a virus back to my home page

Our Time is limited tonight

But I got to send love

To all the women in my life

From the innocent and right

To the independent type

But after we finish

You’ll see ‘em in a different light

That’s right

The girls… are… like…

You know the girls…

[Verse 3: Dumbfoundead]

The girls… or… like…

Remote controls and the Oprah show

Digital cable you steal from your neighbors

Broadcasting live to all the broads passing by

Who watch OC but won’t read the Los Angeles Times

The blonde plastic types like the ones on Real World

I’m down for a Blind Date

Deal Or No Deal, girl?

You obviously ain’t heard Blowed heads on Pro Tools

Cause if you did you’d probably give road head on Road Rules

I’m Old School

I Love Lucy

Cougars like Judge Judy

Hug groupies

I’m just a player like Doug Flutie

It ain’t even playoffs

I love New York

But there ain’t nothing like Cali hoes

Right Too $hort

I’m looking for a Top Chef to give me the five o’clock news

Waking up to Maury telling me the father’s not you

Remember

It’s the Man Show

The old Jimmy Kimmel

Act up and you’ll get replaced like Conan did Leno

Don’t you get sent home

I’m the one with the last rose

Better entertain me

You know what happens to bad shows

Cancelled