Lyric Bandana-na-na

Wake up in the morning, what’s the deal with this face?

A great big honking zit and my hair outta place

I gotta make a move, I always got stuff to do

So I grabba-grabba bandana and everything is cool

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)

With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan

Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na

Heading to the gym, keep it cut, keep it trim

The ladies like the muscles so I gotta keep it in

My big red hair always gets in the way

So I grabba-grabba bandana and I can lift my weight, son!

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)

With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan

Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na

Hater’s jackin’ coz they’re smackin’ up my style

They ain’t seen me for a while

So they’re spitting all their bile

They be frantic coz I’ve upgraded my game

Now watch me put them all to shame

(Coz him drop it like this)

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)

With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan

Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na

White kid from the ‘burbs, never cool, never street

Never ever being down, always looking at his feet

Bandana, a tank – disbelievers gonna curl

I’m a muthafrackin’ pimp and I’m travelling the world

(Na-na-na, na-na-na)

With my ban-d-dan-d-dan, ban-d-dan-d-dan

Ban-d-dan-d-dan – na