Old Fool Kop Killa (Brett Newski, Vincent Gates, Genevieve Heyward) Jamey Clark - drums / Eric McFadden - bass / Vincent Gates - guitar / Brett Newski - rap / Genevieve Heyward - keys, vocals
Lyrics
Choop. Choop. Choop. Choop.
Bitches wanna play me
Haters wanna hold me
Bitches wanna play me
Then they wanna hate me
Bitches over here
Then they over there
If they over there
Then they can’t be over here
Haters wanna fight me
Playas bein’ bitches
If they bein’ bitches
Then they wanna fight me
Haters wanna roll me
And they can’t control me
If they can’t control me
Then they cannot roll me
Bitches wanna play me
Haters wanna hold me (Choop. Wish I had a magic lamp with a genie.)
Bitches they wanna play me (The noodles are slippery.)
Well haters wanna hold me
Choop, choop
Bitches can be haters
Haters can be bitches
If they are together
Then I can’t control them
Man I’m gettin’ tired
Now I’m gettin’ tired
Bein’ like those bitches
When they gettin’ tired
Walkin’ on a bridge
Cuz it is a bridge
Underneath the bridge
Then there is some water
Underneath the water
Then there are some fishes
Fishes bein’ bitches
Cuz they wanna play me
Underneath the bridge
There are some fishes (Slap me in the face with a giant salmon.)
Fishes bein’ bitches (Choop, choop.)
Oh, fishes wanna play me (Omega 3 and 6 fatty acids. Choop. Old school.)
*Vincent rap*
Let me tell you how it’s done
Gimme the mic, drop the beat, off we goin’ on the run
Make money, save money, spend money, no, I don’t have none
Who am I kidding, I need to go fishing
Maple syrup, my ass, it’s made of corn syrup
Bitches wanna play me
Well haters they wanna hold me (I put my tongue against the bridge in the winter.)
Fishes they wanna play me
Oh fishes being bitches (Choopy choop. Choopy choop. Drive a go-kart into the bridge.)
Choop. Choop.