Roses

Caroline! Caroline!

All the guys would say she's mighty fine

But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time

And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short

Yeah, now dig this, even though

You'd need a golden calculator to divide

The time it took to look inside and realize that

Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank

But lean a little bit closer, see

Roses really smell like poo-poo

Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo

Caroline! See she's the reason for the word Bitch

I hope she's speeding on the way to the club

Trying to hurry up to get to some

Baller or singer or somebody like that

And try to put on her makeup in the mirror

And crash, crash, crash into a ditch! (Just playing!)

She needs a golden calculator to divide

The time it takes to look inside and realize that

Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!

Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty

When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty

I said: Would you call me?

She said: Pardon me, are you ballin'?

I said: Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing

Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts

But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak

Trickin' off this bitch is lost

Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat

A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat

Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless

Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers

And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom

I wanna see ya support bra not support you!

Better come back down to Mars

Girl, quit chasin' cars

What happens when the dough get so low

Bitch, you ain't that fine

No way, no way, no way

Crazy bitch

Bitch, stupid ass bitch

Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch

A bitch's bitch, just a bitch