You know we got panache

Style, sass, gettin mad cash keepin it under wraps

Pizazz and class we sit in the back

Spendin mad cash money money and we real bad ass

You know we got panache style, sass

Gettin mad ass keepin it under glass

Pizazz and class we kiss in the back

Spittin mad trash honey honey and we real bad ass

You know we got panache we gettin mad cash

Paid a dime a second like Diamond Dave and Damon Dash

I spit sonic gas classy psychopath psychotic iconoclast I got an iconic ass

It's ironic how erotic my robotic sonnets get girls in bonnets hot like Harry Connicks

Sick on gin and tonics we super sonic hook you on our phonics

Learned Ebonics by erotic ebony dick and Mantronix

Never stoppin it sock electronic shit allotted the whole club up when we spotted it

And if we wanted it fill it with men and spawn and shit

Ain't nothing wrong with it lets get the party started shit let's get it on and hit

High ballin cat callin no alcohol yo we all suck on a straw

A certain Je ne sais quoi at the bar I hit it raw never do look back unless we like what we saw

Never do look back OK papa?



On the case like Steve Case estates like Oprah's place

Savoir faire and grace every hair in place here's a taste no time to waste

Do my makeup in the mirror while I sit up on your face

We paid great and when we don't got dates dig in the crates eat steak and masturbate

Spin wax make tracks we laid laid back, ladies get laid and stay up late at that

Now we getting critical mass sass pinnacle like the citadel not minimal we hospitable

Mad kissable it's difficult aristicral princess for instance we invincible never divisible make

you invisible

Kit in each car Kittens with Kit Kat bars kickin etiquette from Connecticut to Zanzibar

Strip malls to big balls 'n concert halls New York Dolls taggin up bathroom stalls

We All-Stars make folly North down to Raleigh

Follow me suck lollys down in Bali all enthralled dollies arty as Dali

And when Mr. Rodgers calls me-

We allowed on his trolley