➥ Lyrics:
Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths
Everyday man's on the block, smoke trees
See your girl in the park, that girl is a uckers
When the ting went quack-quack-quack, you man were ducking
Hold tight, Asnee (my brudda), he's got the pumpy (big ting)
Hold tight, my man (my guy), he's got the frisbee
I trap, trap, trap on the phone, movin' that cornflakes
Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl Whitney (my G)
The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom, you dun know
Big Shaq
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
Skrrrahh
Goes skrrrahh
skrrrahh
krrrahh
krrrahh
Poom, poom
You dun know
Hop out the four-door with the .44, it was one, two, three and four (us man)
Chillin' in the corridor (yo), your dad is forty-four
And he's still callin' man for a draw (look at him), let him know
When I see him, I'm gonna spin his jaw (finished)
Take man's Twix by force (take it), send man shop by force (send him)
Your girl knows I've got the sauce (flexin'), no ketchup (none)
Just sauce (saucy), raw sauce
Yo, ah
The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka
Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom
Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun
Poom, poom, you dun know
Big Shaq
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
The ting goes skrrrahh
Skrrrahh
Goes skrrrahh
skrrrahh
krrrahh
krrrahh
Poom, poom
You dun know
