White on the Screen

Clap your hands everybody, everybody just clap your hands Pull up to the party, drink in my cup If you got the loud, roll it up Fellas on the right, ladies on the left If you ain't here to ball, then your ass got to step Weatherman so, what's the forecast yo Don't give me that snow, if it's stepped on though Radar is white on the screen, but I'm so squeaky clean So fresh and so clean clean, so fresh and so clean, clean, clean Yeah you know what I mean? I'm so squeaky clean So fresh and so clean clean, so fresh and so clean, clean, clean Stepped out the Navigator in black gators Hit the bar and spent up all of my paper Dripped in jewels, all gold and bright Am I the flyest, shoor you right Got shades on in the black of night even a blind man can see they shakin ass tonight Got my glass poured up to the brim it's light Baby I ain't tryin to spend the night Fool if you ain't sippin' what I'm sippin' you ain't livin right You broke and trying to party get your business tight Might hit the Virgin Islands on a business flight If you can't see me get your vision right But back to the lecture at hand You skipped that that shit so y'all don't understand man Y'all can't hang with your man damn Too focused on me you better pan, fam So raise your cup up high and say eyo So raise your cup up high and say eyo The beat make your brain feel like Jello So raise your cup up high and say eyo So raise your cup up high and say eyo The beat make your brain feel like Jello Funk on your head Funk on your head Funk on your head Funk on your head Funk on your head Funk on your head Funk on your head Funk on your head Ouch!