the world is in the palm of my hands see i just got the keys to my bothers van sorry na na she s takin it off and we re gettin freaky on the loft don t try to knock cause it ll throw off my rock and the steamed up windows should say enough or the moans that you hear when you re creepin up uh huh nasty har mar well it s one ton of solid fun ten of my friends and a graphix bong damn we re out of smoke you can t surprise me gotta beeline to the man who supplies me don t forget to pick up a dime for me oh bro please let me use your ride dirty preson s pontiac just died and all of all of all of our feet are getting tied we re never gonna make it to the bon fire uh huh don t try to knock cause it ll throw off my rock and the steamed up windows should say enough or the moans that you hear when you re creepin up uh huh nasty har mar ooh ooh mmmmmmmmmm i will