Open up, I think I figured it out.
I think I got it this time.
People are beginning to doubt us.
They've probably been wondering
if we can pull it off or not.
Man, don't sweat it, dawg.
If my mathematical equations are correct,
the times of being labeled a juvenile
it's gonna be none but money, cars,
Fire this motherfucker up,
Yeah, but one more thing.
Keep this fucking cursing to a minimum,
cause if mama hears we'll be going out down here,
she's gonna whip the ball for us.
Bitch, that was your idea.
Alright then, here goes nothing.
It's fucking working, I can't believe it.
Yeah, I can still hear you.
this is the fucking bomb.
And guess what, it's your turn.