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heath mcnease - oodastenda lyrics

[verse 1]
once upon a time in the atl
in the land of the free and the brave as well
there was a little boy and they paid him well
but wouldn’t know it cause he’d never leave a paper trail
knew that he could rap, so devised a plan
to get the white girls out [?]
to give ’em high fives and [?]
and when they buy my brand
i’mma supply a demand
leavin’ the venue in the white sedan
and with a rubber band tight ’round a nice little gram
germicide wipe-wiping my hands
threw a fake deuce to a 5-0 little man (man)
then i tossed him a donut
right out the window, he know that he want it
chocolate eclair with a strawberry on it
gang signs up, no i already throwed it
oink oink, little wilbur
why the contents of my car gettin’ pilfered
why this little narc lookin’ like dilbert wanna frisk me
why he looking for a thrill for?
(hm?) why don’t you take me to dinner first
all fuss, all bacon, all liverwurst
y’all hall monitors with a ticket purse
talk to me like i ain’t grown y’all get a verse

[hook]
millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
hilzzoo?
my gizzirl!
brillzing her izzin! (what they say?)
izzo kizzay!
izzall rizzight…
izzo kizzay!
izzall rizzight! nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!
(spirit of interpretation, maybe?)

[verse 2]
when i pull up in the whip
[?] then i dip
now she wanna drive a bid
cause i talk like kidd
mr. feeney’s voice up in the [?]
knight rider the right night as a night light
[?] limewire [?]
i’mma autopilot whenever you’re night night
(hey, hey) now that’s h-sselhoff-ing
t.j. hooker type apple-saucing
no boots and no apple bottoms
french lick hick to my magic johnson
three-man weave [to my town in boston?]
jersey retired ’til the mavericks talking
general manager raptors office
told me that i’m the white rafer alston
and1 nickname, “oodastenda”
[?] two-step to that vendor
one quart, dog, and two foam fingers
i don’t get paid, you don’t neither

[hook]
millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
hilzzoo?
my gizzirl!
brillzing her izzin!
izzo kizzay!
izzall rizzight…
izzo kizzay!
izzall rizzight! nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee!

[monologue by heath]

i loved and1 basketball so much. and i always wanted (laughs)– i always wanted to play. the thing is, i can’t dribble like that. i learned how to play basketball by watching john stockton play…? um, and he like never dribbled between his legs–ever

so i used to just p-ss, play defense, get a nasty jump shot. so my and1 nickname used to be “chest p-ss”… it used to be “chest p-ss”. but then, man, i switched it over, and earned a nickname… from all the nasty splash, all the nasty wrist rotations called “ooh that’s tender”

o-o-d-a-s-t-e-n-d-a. “oodastenda”. that’s my and1 nickname now. so when you see me at your park, when you see me at your church league, splashin’ on fools with 18-foot rainbows right in front of your pastor’s face? (laughs maniacally) praise. the lord. that’s what oodastender is. that’s what it means to me

[hook]
millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch!
hilzzoo?
my gizzirl!
brillzing her izzin!

- heath mcnease lyrics

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