When the girls blow us kisses (Me likey dat)And when your momma does our dishes (Me likey dat)When the genie grants wishesAbout girls blowing kissesAnd your momma doin’ dishes (Me likey dat)
Well we step up in the party, no shoes or socksNo pants on the bottom, no shirts on the top (Nude)Butt naked at the buffet barEating up your chicken fingers and the cruditésYo, Kid ConnerYeah, yeah, what up, Kid Contact?Why don’t you grab Kid Brain and meet me in the back?How’s it going, motherfuckers, wanna smoke this sack?We collectively replied “Me likey dat”When I hit a home run (Me likey dat)I got a burger in a bun (Me likey dat)When Attila the HunDrinks a gallon of rumIn his tummy-tum-tum (Me likey dat)
We likey that, I got a hyphy hatYou a flighty batYou a, you a dirty ratYou slightly wackWe nicely rapEverybody knows Style Boyz pants tightly packed
Me likey datMe likey datMe likey datMe likey dat
