Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mudhouse / Gypsy MC , by - Jason Mraz. Release date: 30.04.2008
Song language: English
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 |