Lyrics Mudhouse / Gypsy MC - Jason Mraz

Mudhouse / Gypsy MC

Ain’t got no dope
All I got’s my 40 (hey, hey)
I ain’t got nobody baby, yeah
That I can call my Shorty
I’d like to give a shout out to all my VIPs
And individualize, because I’m an MC
I can, because I care, because my family’s here
Because I (because I what?)
Because I (cause I what?)
Because I appreciate the mentality of music
I’m saving all my sentences unless of course I’m smoothly spoken
The Quiet type--the kind to watch out for
No man of the clan, I’m perpetrating the scam--
Sure.
I’m the boy with the Fallopian voice
Straight from the sleeve of any wizard of choice
I got the reason to be roaming out the coverage area;
Send me the bill if all my loving is scaring ya
Dare you to dream the way that I believe--
Got the skill to go commando in any fatigues
I got the best damn band in the music scene
But I can also flow solo or just let it be
Because of the love
Oh, your self-realization is your if, and, and but
But you got to know your name before the play of the game
Keep a level-headed check on your health and stay sane
Adjust the tack on the track, the needle’s on the record, prepared for playback
Sajak, could I buy another vowel?
I need another clue and I could also use a towel
And how goes the medium tempo
Slaying all the teachers like the class of '84
And down low you know my fidelity’s go
But I would never hurt a fly with my flip-flops on
I Got control
I keep a clean toilet bowl--
2000 flushes blue and still going strong
Do I do what I do for the sake of the song
Coming through on the radio?
Naw, it’s for you
This is proof--my own story’s a spoof
I’ll always be a gypsy or forever be aloof
And if you never get to liking me it’s okay too
But you made it this far so pay your toll at the booth
Yes, you’ve made it this far so pay your toll at the gate
Yes, you’ve made it this far so pay attention to that
Yes, you’ve made it this far so sing along with the guy in the hat
Say we ain’t got no dope (that's right)
All I got’s my 40 (hey-ey eyeah)
Ain’t got nobody, baby (yeah-eh)
That I can call my shorty
True or false?
Well, I can be a sensitive man
With sensible plans for the everyday woman
And I can keep you eating out the palm of my hand
Because the dope that we smoked was grown on my land
The words I burn they don’t come from a can
The movie in my mind will be the winner at Cannes
So take your chance, apply for full or part-time romance
Cleverer the better, measure up to whatever
Cause it don’t matter how tall, how fat, or how small
Equal opportunities are open to all
The casting call the line forms down the hall
All you need is ID that shows that you’re legal
But people with egos, a freak show, a syndrome, you best not go
You know I don’t need those
If you got a problem that I really ought to read
Then post it on the web care of R-K-O-P
It’s easy like me but a bit less than cheesy
Go heavy on the melody and add a dash of pickin'
If you can’t stand the kitchen, get the hell out the heat
To meet with the geek all you need is a heartbeat
And to meet with the geek on the street
All you got to do is know how to repeat, repeat, repeat
So come on and sing this chorus with me
See, we ain’t no dope
All I got’s my 40, hey hey
Ain’t got nobody, baby, yeah
That I can call my shorty
Well, I’m type A positive and just the way I like it
Right away I’m satisfied with my food before I try it
Can’t deny it to save my life, I’m never lying
To brave this mic without the same thing twice
Is actually an act to staying up all night
With the mood just right
And the purchase of a flight from the west coast
To these northern lights
It’s Aurora Borealis' company that I’m tight with
Despite everything that you’ve heard
I’ll admit they’re mostly true and I’ll be keeping my word
By doing double-duty on a search for new verbs
And report to work early to deliver the worm
With a back well covered by my buddies of ease
There ain’t no way in hell that I will ever have to say please
And breaking all the codes on the latest machines
Well I will even let you download me for free (for free, for free …)
Because we ain’t got no dope
All I got’s my 40, hey hey
Ain’t got nobody, baby, yeah-eh
That I can call my shorty