Uber - Mac Miller, Mike Jones

Who put the spiders in my apple sauce?

Took the pins out my hand grenade?

Somebody said that I deserve to die

I looked him in the eye and said the devil’s not circumcised

Who put spiders in my apple sauce?

Took the pins out my hand grenade?

Somebody told that I deserve to die

I looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcised

So play me a song on the guitar

Got a rainforest in my cigar

There’s knots in my yo-yo string

Put a crown on my stallion, I’m the Polo king

I fell in love with a go-go dancer, she’s a single mom

The underdog, I like to play the game with Diddy Kong

She the god type, throw that bitch a Klondike

Everything is alright, see it’s written in the Psalms

I told her I get rich off my little songs

Gave her a billion reasons that she should come along

Immediately, she dropped her shit

But everywhere I go, they tell me «Watch your bitch!»

God damn!

I guess I got another one

Good vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch

I put the gourmet flavors inside the honey blunt

Got my head underwater but I ain’t comin' up

Fuck air, my bitch’s ass is like a plump pear

And she ain’t pretty or ugly, I say she’s just fair

Man this life is unfair

Okay I’m parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to lose

And I’ma do this 'til I’m a hundred and two

Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?

I said I’m parkin' lot pimpin', I got nothin' to do

And I’ma do this 'til I’m a hundred and two

Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?

I’m readin' old Playboy magazines

Somethin' from the 50's when the journalism had it’s peak

You play the background, you just a member of the faculty

I’m actually out here decision makin'

Had to get my shit together, I was missin' payments

I just pray to God that my lady isn’t famous

She threw the gown on and we hit the banquet

She got her own stories, just let the bitch explain it

Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout

Was in fact the same chick, late night, creepin' out

Sneakin' out, my homie knew it, told me keep an eye

Found out she was twerkin', found out she wasn’t workin'

The whole game switched when my man hit

Got me rollin' in a circle, top down, blowin' purple

Seen the parkin' lot, I’m 'bout to crawl up like a turtle

Seen the parkin' lot, I’m 'bout to crawl up like a turtle

Swang, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'

Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'

Mike Jones, switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'

Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin'