What's with these homies dissin' my girl

Why do they gotta front

What did we ever do to these guys

That made them so violent



[Ooh-Ooh] But you know I'm yours

[Ooh-Ooh] And I know you're mine

And that's why...



We-ooh, I look just like Buddy Holly

Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I don't care what they say about us anyway

I don't care about that



Don't you ever fear; I'm always there

I know that you need help

Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit

You need a guardian



Bang-bang knockin' on the door

Another bang-bang get down on the floor

Oh no, what do we do

Don't look now but I lost my shoe

I can't run and I can't kick

Whatsa matter babe, are you feelin' sick

Whatsa matter, whatsa matter, whatsa matter with you

Whatsa matter, babe, are you feelin' blue