[ Featuring Mike Boyd ]
Who's that boy walking down the street
Acting like his shit don't stink?
While he may have money and he may have green
But he ain't got shit on me,
Ya better cool down, boy, better cool down, boy.
Yeah, we're rocking this dad bod
Lock up your daughters with deadbolts and padlocks
Walk with the confidence of a rap god
Hair on chest and built like a sasquatch
Ladies, ya love the love handles
Got my silhouette framed up on her mantle.
Got her feeling it how I'm rocking the flannel
Only dad pulling off the socks with the sandals.
Cargo shorts and a tank top
Bad attitude in these streets like Hancock
Got her looking at me, she loves the dad bod
Had to tell her quick, baby, keep the hands off.
Let's play good cop bad cop, bang bang,
I told her to chill but she can't stop,
She licking on her lips looking at me like lamb chops
So it don't even matter when you thinking you that hot
You know what the man got.
Chorus
This ain't nothing pretty, bro.
At the beach suntanning with the titties out
Girl trying to catch a look
Standing on her tippy toes
Staring at your boy like they really gonna get a show.
Whole team, we'll devour a pizza
And my posture's leaning like the Tower of Pisa
Work it if you got it, 'cause I got it like that.
My confidence is evident that's coming right back.
And I don't think you're ready for this jelly, jelly
Got a six-pack and a beer belly, belly
The weights in my weight room collecting dust
And my Bowflex machine's been left to rust
I'm the cock of the walk, hopscotch down the sidewalk
Dropping the top, shirt's off, make the eyes pop
No strings attached but she wants me to tie knots
Oh, you want us? Hop in the lineup.
Chorus
Oh, ya like shiny stuff
Riding souped-up cars like Shia LaBeouf
And in your own mind you're like "Oh my, I'm so fly"
Got me laughing like a pack of hyenas
People looking at you like the guy is buff
People looking at us like times is rough
Cool down, boy
You might enjoy the finer stuff
But when it comes down to it, you ain't fine as us.
Chorus
And in your own mind you're like "Oh my, I'm so fly"
And people looking at us like, cool down, boy.
Still rocking that dad bod
Got her licking on her lips like I'm lamb chops
We're Beastie Boys, Ad-Rock
Everything real big, pants off
Ya better cool down, boy.
Lapdog
Sandbox
Glam rock
Matlock
