I mean what can I say?nThree babies in the backseat singin' to younHey DJ, won't you play that song for me?nAnd my hom-and my homies all singin' to it,n3oh...3oh!3.nnI ain't callin' for a close-upnNo clubs, no cars, bitches with their nose jobsnNo dubs, no starsnI'm'a do it how i always have; whiskey in a 40 bagnPissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's atnI'm'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicksnBitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips,nI'm'a do it how i always do; sleep until the break of noonnWakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' younn[x2]nI mean what can I say?nThree babies in the backseat singin' to younHey DJ, won't you play that song for me?nAnd turn it up on your radio; I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go.nnI ain't singin' on a new leasenNo cooks, no keysnModels with the nose bleeds,nWhite lace, gold beadsnI'm'a run it like a marathon; party 'til i'm 50nWake up on my parentsnThem cops still out to get menAnd i ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pinknTalkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm banknI'm'a go where i always go; drinks are on the housenWhiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouthnn[x2]nI mean what can I say?nThree babies in the backseat singin' to younHey DJ, won't you play that song for me?nAnd turn it up on the radio; i got 200 seconds and i'm ready to gonnAnd if i was a rich mannI'd never be to seanCould i take you anyways; would you come with me, baby?nAnd if i was a sick mannI'd never meant to benWould you love me anyways; and would you marry me?nn[x4]nI mean what can I say?nThree babies in the backseat singin' to younHey DJ, won't you play that song for me?nAnd turn it up on the radio; i got 200 seconds and i'm ready to go