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hoobastank – prank call to cobalt cafe lyrics

cobalt.”
yeah, w-ssup, uh, n-gg-.
i was uh plannin’ on uh playin with my rap band uh somewhere
and we heard about the cobalt cafe,
thought it’d be a t-t out place to play, and so, i was thinkin,
what’s up with that?
“uh, hang on a second”
alright.
“yeah, won’t you call back, uh, tomorrow at six?”
yeah, well ’bout six o’clock,
we be practicin’ and sh-t, ya know, like,
i was just wantin’ to know, you know,
if like, rap bands ‘n stuff were allowed in that place ‘n stuff,
cause we really, like ya know, rap the house off ‘n stuff,
ya know, we call, ya know, we light fires ‘n stuff, ‘n stuff like that,
ya know, and throw records at people’s heads ‘n sh-t, you know,
we call, yeah, people like us, we got a catchy name,
we call “show me your t-tz” ‘n stuff like dat, you know like,
they really into our music ‘n stuff,
people dance around the place naked with their (laughter) h-llo?
i don’t see what’s so funny about our rap music, homeboy.
homeboy, what’s you laughin at?
“that’s funny”
you, you would sh-t in your pants if you seen us play,
we rap the house off, m-th-f-cker like,
we seriously break some f-ckin’ sh-t n-gg-,
we kick some -ss home-boy.
“really?”
we bad-sses, b-tch. we called “show me your t-tz”.
“hmmm. interesting.”
yeah, we…
“we’ll yeah, you should…”
dave, we talked to dave,
called back and talk to dave,
cause this’s t-to in the house, w-ssup dude, w-ssup?
“hang on a second.”
“h-llo?”
yeah w-ssup dude, this dave?
“no.”
dave, w-ssup?
“no, dave’s not in.”
oh hey, who dis?
“what?”
who dis?
“this is ryan”.
ryan?
“ryan.”
w-ssup dude? this is t-to in da house, whaduuuuuup. y
o w-ssup dude, i want to get my, my rap band in there,
“show me your t-tz”.
“yeah, you got to call back tomorrow dude.”
’bout what time?
“6 o’clock.”
aww man, “show me your t-tz” is performing tomorrow night.
“what’s that?”
we’re performing, my band, “show me your t-tz”.
that’s what we called.
“show me the t-ts?”
yeah, “show me your t-tz.”
“show me your t-ts. (laughing)”
yeah.
“wonderful.”
we bad-ss m-th-f-ckers,
we break some records over people’s heads ‘n stuff on a turntable
and slap it on our -sses and juicy fruits, ya know.
we come, we crazy people man, w-ssup dude.
we bring it down from the south side to the prizzo(?).
it’s crazy like that homeboy, you see how it is in the hood growin’ up,
m-th-f-cka. you know how it is, right?
“yeah.”
we all good like that.
“yeah, i know.”
we also talk about jesus and stuff like that, we all good, homeboy.
“look bud, you gotta call back, i’m really busy right now.”
alright man,
i’ll talk to dave or chris or whoever the f-ck that m-th-f-cka is tomorrow,
tell him that um, “show me your t-tz” will be in there, soon as possible.
“okay.”
“ah, t-t out.”

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