[Louis Logic]

Whatcha think cause ya neck and ya wrist go bling

That ya shit don't stink? Faggot asses doin' the Sisqo thing in a thong

Y'all ain't never had a inkling of thinkin' of bringin' it on

Take my advice shorty

Before I make your life story the same shit R&B bitches sing in a song

Cause when I ring the alarm the hooligans wanna fight for me

And bring the things that'll make a calm night stormy

Quite sorry if y'all didn't understand it

I'm at once demanded and underhanded

So when ya stash goes missin' from ya man's crib,

You'll be scratchin' your lid sayin', "I betcha someone planned it"

Learn ya lesson

Don't take one for granted, whose confirmed profession is words as weapons

Observe discretion and freshman escape with they life

Use your street smarts, otherwise we takin' ya mics



[Hook x2]

You need street smarts for retards

Cause y'all ain't thugs y'all sweethearts

So ya better not come around these parts

Ya hear three barks and then see dark



[Louis Logic]

It's best to know the ledge

Court jesters please observe, and heed the word of older heads

Before your life's scroll is read on the day of ya judgement

Pussy rappers cry when taken away from their husbands

Y'all sissies but ya have to try to feign a grown man's appetite

I wait for no man that's the life

When ya take what ya need before givin' ya up to speed

I'm like Nissan, but more driven

when it comes to sendin' sleepy rappers to the mortician

I'm like Kevorkian, ya all fit in

Cause my schedule is open ended like ya whore's kitten

Clitoris drippin' after two or more listens

I'm the porn magician,

Every deflowered chick's source of friction

forced to fit in till the drawers are splittin

I'm the Puerto Bliccan, spittin' with the street smarts retards

Good riddance to the niggas on the R&B charts



[Hook x2]

You need street smarts for retards

Cause y'all ain't thugs y'all sweethearts

So ya better not come around these parts

Ya hear three barks and then see dark



[Louis Logic]

Even hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe

Though they both live by different codes

Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow isn't it so

cause y'all wouldn't believe what I done did for the dough

I've walked the earth in the places where the niggas won't go

workin' for racists, surrounded by the turbulent faces

And in search of oasis I found rap records

earnin' the papers by whippin' halfsteppers

Don't get your GAP sweater tied in a bunch

or think you're bad cause you're buyin' your lunch

By supplyin' the chunks for some guy on the junk

You need to try survivin' for once with a 9 to 5 for a month



[Hook x2]

You need street smarts for retards (you need street smarts for retards)

Cause y'all ain't thugs y'all sweethearts (street smarts for retards)

So ya better not come around these parts (you need street smarts for retards)

Ya hear three barks and then see dark (street smarts for retards)



What do ya do when ya catch ya best friend and ya chick in the sack

And you need a way for gettin' em back?

You need to get street smarts for retards (I'm tellin' ya Duke)

You better get street smarts for retards (You better go tell ya whole crew)



Your out on the street corner sellin' drugs and such,

but enjoy the taste of your own bud too much

You need street smarts for retards (I'm tellin' ya Duke)

You better get street smarts for retards (You better run and tell ya whole crew)



You wanna face the kingpin and ya at the dude's house

But ya brought a rusty boxcutter to a shootout

You need street smarts for retards (I'm tellin' ya Duke)

You better get street smarts for retards (Run and go tell ya whole crew)



Y'all pussaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy's... shut the fuck up!