Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoodie Ninja, artist - MC Chris. Album song mc chris is dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mc chris
Song language: English
Hoodie Ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| I’m a hoodie ninja (hiya!) |
| Got my ninja bag AKA a pillow case |
| Filled with nacho flavored combos, a flashlight, and masking tape |
| We got hoodies and some goodies, we got tools and also talent |
| Fisher/Splinter stealth and some Barnum and Bailey balance |
| A Katana and a shuriken so lets hurry across the yard |
| If there’s dobermans jump over them it shouldn’t be that hard |
| The objective is reconnaissance the subject is a hottie |
| Redhead from my homeroom with a bad ass little body |
| Hella dope telescope from little bros pirate phase |
| She’s about to change for bed we gotta get there right away |
| I can’t make out so I stake out take a doughnut make it glazed |
| I climb the tree and finally I feast upon her frame |
| She’s rockin' cotton panties, Sanrio so it seems |
| She’s strechin' and profechin', she’s the cutie of my dreams |
| Lose the T, Thirty-two B’s. |
| Yes I know her cup size |
| IMAX in my spy glass while my balls get bug bites. |
| (OUCH!) |
| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja |
| You’re off guard ninja stars now you’re injured |
| Tough luck, nun chuck break your fingers |
| Gotta bolt cause I don’t wanna linger |
| Got my ninja getup it’s a Fett’s 'Vette sweatshirt |
| Rockin' awesome drawstrings tied so tight that my head hurts |
| Stolen black slacks that are supposed to be for church |
| Stuff the cuffs into my Chucks now I’m a ninja thanks to merch |
| I got a kaginawa, that’s a grappling apparatus |
| Empanadas from my mama her burritos are the baddest |
| Lets eat 'em in the shed where my father keeps his porn |
| And I’ll explain the mission its so bitchin' word is born |
| Gym coach is a Nazi always got me runnin' laps |
| I know he doesn’t like me you should hear his frightening laughs |
| Can’t put up with the push-ups and the crunches got me cranky |
| So we’re gonna drop a dookie on the driveway like I’m Banksy |
| Yo you keep a look out while I drop my Fruit of Looms |
| And build myself a built to scale model of Mt. Doom |
| We hear the garage door motors and we motor mad fast |
| Drop a deuce into my shoes now I’m runnin' crap laps |