Alba s touto skladbou:
You Want Some Of This?,
You want some of this,
[Intro]
"Alright baby girl, lets sing to it."
[Pre-Verse 1]
You're getting your degree, you're going to college
I'm making music and hoping that Kanye puts me on
But If I don't make it baby, would you be mad at me?
If I just chilled at home as your stay-home-daddy?
[Verse 1]
Come on, I'll make you coffee (coffee), and a bagel (bagel)
And another bagel (two bagels)
Keep on reading that paper, then it's off you go
"Hun, you're gonna be late,
Don't forget your briefcase, drive safe" ("Peace, babe")
Wake up the kids, toast the toast, put the Raisin Bran up in the bowl
The toast.. did I forget the toast?
The toast is toast, dammit, I burnt the toast
Start crying, the kid's like, "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Oh, it's not you, kids, it's just me, I'm alone
Papa's a little bit stressed out -- oh, fuck!"
Feeling so sensitive, I'm going for a latte
See what's popping at pilates
Hit up my friends like, "Yo, what up man, you trying to have a spa date?
The fuck? You're a stay at home dad, that's not gay!"
[Hook]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you go to work, I mow the lawn
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you make the cheese, I'll bring the guac (nacho sauce, Spanish)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, you buy the clothes, I'll take them off ("JNCOS! FUBU!")
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm a stay at home dad, this is my job
[Pre-Verse 2]
You go girl, get that promotion
I'll be on the sofa, collecting unemployment
Yelling at the T.V., watching Maury Povich
Quit groping that girl, Maury Povich
[Verse 2]
Who is this Jenny Jones bitch?
Shit, it's four o'clock, time for Oprah (Oprah!)
The gospel of the Lord, for dads who stay at home
Even though we can't get boners
We still watch Rachael Ray and Emeril cook lasagna
Swooping up the kids from soccer practice (soccer practice)
Then time for gymnastics, Rice Crispy treats and wax baggies
I'm with my kids in the minivvan, listening to NPR
With the windows down, through the cul de sac
Then it's homework time, dinner time, set the placemats
Cook, clean, tuck the rugrats in blankets
Then I lay you down, pop two Cialis, put on Sting
And then go quench my palette
Is that douche, or does your cooch just smell like flowers?
Your feet are calloused, peppermint towlette
Jasmine pedicure? Scented oil, homeopathic backrub?
I am Alladin, your carpet is magic, your wish has been granted
I would just love to ride your carpet out of the palace
Now keep on bringing the green, baby, and I'll keep on tossing salad
[Hook]
[Outro]
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been conditioned to believe we must fit in a role, brainwashed by Babylon. Depicting our role must match our genitalia, hell to the no. It's men who go to work, and women raise the children, but I know the hardest job is maintaining the household, so I am doing a back-to-back, no tradebacks, with this briefcase. For 2010, I am staying at home."
