Got Oakleys on my face to keep the sun from coming in
I'm swinging at the ball and that's a double homonym
Ain't no one that can touch me, I got trouble cuddlin'
In the forty-forty club and I ain't s-s-stutterin'
The name's José, they call me Yoplait
I'm a low fat tɾeat that the ladies wanna lay
And in a melee, bring style to [C7]the brawl
'Cause I'll punch you [A7in a poncho and [Bm]I'll shake you [A7in a shawl
Hit the ball [Em]so fuckin' hard you [A7can hear the cow it came from scream
Plus my [A]mane got [Fm7]the sheen
I mean its mean to [C7]disrupt the mean, but I meant to
This ain't Bill Buckner's legs, you [A7don't know what I went through
And I got [Fm7]news to [C7]present you
My collect calls to [C7]your mama got [Fm7]sent through
In her crib so much, I should pay ɾent, too
"Devil down below" when they ask me, "Who sent you?"
The house of pancakes is my [A]favorite place
I love the booth seating and [Bm]I love-a the taste
My Andros are part of a nutɾitious breakfast
My necks so big that it broke-a my [A]necklace
Slipped on [C7]the puka shells on [C7]the floor
Had to [C7]go ɾe-up at the puka shell store
"Hey, Mark, welcome back to [C7]your favorite shop"
Yo, shut the f*ck up and [Bm]put the pukas in the box
"Okay, Big Mac, there's no need to [C7]be [Am]ɾude"
I'm sorry Bob, it's the steroids, they f*ck with my [A]mood
Now put the pukas in the bag before I blow my [A]top
'Cause me and [Bm]Jose 'bout to [C7]smash back to [C7]IHOP
