Peanutbutterjelly

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Jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly, butter, jelly
Peanut, jelly
All right, Nick, whatchu got to say, man?
‘Ey, let me tell ya ‘bout some somethin’ that just never gets old
That you’ll never grow out of no matter how tall ya grow
See, some cats nowadays think you gotta be unique
Modern, stylish, and sleek. (Yeah, man.)
But, in my opinion, man, a classic never wears out
And I don’t care what they say; that just ain’t what I’m about
‘Cause, dog, a small part of me is still a li’l child at heart
So I eat PB and J like it’s an art. (Yeah!)
Yeah, laugh all you want, bruh, but who’s missin’ out now?
Deep down, I bet you wonder, “Why follow the crowd?”
You could decide it’s insane how your brain against plain
I’m just sayin’–you keep playin’ their li’l game. (Come on, man. Ooh!)
See, we a boss crew–we make a lotta noise
The whole town know us, we the PBJ Boyz
So, before you get to steppin’ all up into our hood
Yo, make sure you go an’ get them kiddie goods. (Uh.)
Don’t loaf around, boy, get your clique in the whip
For seven bucks–corner market–we give hunger the slip
Don’t laugh it off, man, or you’ll end up in the jam
We call the peanut butter jelly slam. (Yuh.)
Now, don’t you worry ‘bout us, for in time you will see
That life gets pretty easy if you just don’t care what they think
So, join up if you down–you know we don’t mess around
There could be PBJ Boyz across this town. (‘Ey!)
All right, all right, all right. Verse two–here we go!
Yeah, PB and J, man, that’s my favorite meal
And ya learn how to make it at three–that’s so real
When I think about some snackin’ I get set on them picnics
And if I had to pick a homie you know I’d pick Nick. (Yeah, man!)
‘Cause that guy makes a sandwich that would make ya mama proud
It’s just a PBJ, but who said plain ain’t allowed? (No one.)
Yeah, I hear ya talkin’ down ‘bout my hood on yo block
You sayin’ dogs can’t eat good with that childish slop
But I got news for ya: you wrong! That much is fo’ sho!
How to get it like a real man–you lookin’ to know?
Well, first things first, you just forget what they sayin’
The PBJ Boyz ain’t exactly known for they playin’. (Nope!)
So whatchu talkin’ ‘bout still? Your crew got swag that mine don’t?
Yeah, I doubt it, bruh, cuz we all eatin what you won’t
If you don’t get it, here’s a picture of the sad life of following
“I can’t even eat what I want, for the fame I am wallowing.” (Ooh!)
Don’t loaf around, boy, get your clique in the whip
For seven bucks–corner market–we give hunger the slip
Don’t laugh it off, man, or you’ll end up in the jam
We call the peanut butter jelly slam. (Yuh.)
Now, don’t you worry ‘bout us, for in time you will see
That life gets pretty easy if you just don’t care what they think
So, join up if you down–you know we don’t mess around
There could be PBJ Boyz across this town. (Yuh.)
Jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
(Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah.)
(Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah.)
(Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah.)
Look, now don’t be jelly, dog, no one said your gang couldn’t join it
If you get up in this PB biz you won’t be disappointed
But you gotta let go of all those silly inhibitions
They prob’ly say PBJ is on prohibition
Well, listen up, cuz, ‘cause you’re about to get your mind blown
Why don’t you ever think for yourself? Huh? Why those
Who at the top get to tell us how to act to be popular? (Man!)
I say forget ‘em, let ‘em act–ha! It’s so jocular!
Since when is there a kid food besides mush in a can?
I mean, it’s not like we’re too lame to make a meal in a pan
We just love to taste the simple life and keep up our youth
No, not young age, but young hearts, that aren’t so confused
With all the banter around us, how we must follow these rules
The “in” crowd that mandates what makes somebody cool
Lemme tell ya, dog, if I could step a foot in their shoe
I say what’s cool to me is simply you bein’ you. (Yes.)
Don’t loaf around, boy, get your clique in the whip
For seven bucks–corner market–we give hunger the slip
Don’t laugh it off, man, or you’ll end up in the jam
We call the peanut butter jelly slam. (Yuh.)
Now, don’t you worry ‘bout us, for in time you will see
That life gets pretty easy if you just don’t care what they think
So, join up if you down, you know we don’t mess around
There could be PBJ Boyz across this town
Jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah
Peanut, butter, jelly, yeah

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