Lyrics

All you little girls drive me crazy
I don't care if they call it a pop song
Just wish I had time to be your baby
Oooh, Aaah

Now my name's Dizzy D, and I'm the mad mic checka
I'm gonna pick your brain like a psychic Bela Flecka
They used to call me Everest because I peak like white rabbit
I stress the words used to because I'm trying to kick the habit
Now I'm the dope hammer, guitar jammer
All your words are like pogs and my rhymes they like a slammer

All you little girls drive me crazy
I don't care if they call it a pop song
Just wish I had time to be your baby
Oooh, Aaah

I know what you're thinking, first verse was pretty good
Bet you didn't think I'd do it
Bet you didn't think I could
Go ahead call me another wanna be rapper
But all you other rappers are in line for the crapper
I'm gonna get down like this kinda rapper
I reflect the light of the sun like the moon like Zappa
Now all you little girls want all up in my time
You're all up in my ear saying boy by mine
But I'm busy and I'm broke so I can't take you out honey
That's alright D
I got the money
But you don't understand
I like acting like a dummy
My nose is kinda runny and my car smells funny
You can go and love me but you're gonna have to wait
Love isn't really love if it turns into hate
Now girl I really don't get static in my space
But I'm done with all the violence
I just hit'em with the bass

All you little girls drive me crazy
I don't care if they call it a pop song
Just wish I had time to be your baby
Oooh, Aaah

I'm gonna take a rip then I'm gonna bring it back around
I'm gonna light it up right before I lay it down
Because Dizzy D's back on this magical mystery track
If you call me whack leave a message I won't call you back
I ain't stressing
My jaws flexing
Pen and pad is the vessel for this message that is bringing you this lesson
Obsessing on the present it's pressing being a convalescent
Transformation recrudescent at the height of iridescence
This girl trip like robitussin, really never pleasant
Get a grip, slow your sip
What you really think I give a ?
Other emcees can't walk while they talk
But there aint no time to talk while I make your body rock
If you wonder how I did it
Well it didn't take long
I just wrote it all down
And I called it a pop song

All you little girls drive me crazy
I don't care if they call it a pop song
Just wish I had time to be your baby
Oooh, Aaah