Verse 1

With so much drama in the ATX

It’s kinda hard bein A Dawg with giant pecs

But he…somehow, someway

Keeps mackin on all these fine ladies like every single day

It’s…UN-believable

To some people it’s UN-achievable

And some say that it’s IN-conceivable

Like Ms Wiley’s Accounts-Receivable

Okay now…hold on, wait a minute, don’t get me started

Cuz I know I’ve got you laughin even though I’m retarded

But you know how I do…it’s just the Barborka way

I’m just a G like that baby…what can I say?

And together you and me form the Mormon crew

And if you wanna join us then you can’t be a Jew

It’s the LD to the S, from the East to the West

My breath never smells cuz I brush ma teef with Crest

Chorus: repeat 2x

Rollin down the street, readin scriptures, sippin on Gingerale

Laid back (wit my mind on my Mormons and my Mormons on my mind)

Verse 2

G…is one letter that describes me

12 g’s of Cool-Aid is what Doc prescribed me

I’d be…honored to dedicate this song

To somebody who knew I was a playa all along

So may…I…introduce someone who would

Say…I’m…a little crazy but when I lay…down…

These funky Mormon rhymes he’s sayin “my oh my”

Now there’s a fly guy

They call him Miike Jooones

Some people say that he’s big boooned

And you could argue he’s full grooown

He’s got a torso like Stallooone

Okay let’s…settle down, breathe now, I’m gettin keyed up

And if I don’t slow down now then I’m bound to speed up

So let’s pop open the Gingerale and we can just chill

It’s straight up LDS tonight, from Toronto to Brazil

You can look for me and Mike, with a Decaf in our hand

And A Dawg readin scriptures, about the Promised Land

But ladies if you remember anything then let it be this

My number is 627-6821 and my name is Chris