Overheard in the living room this past weekend: J. singing nursery rhymes to Bunny and Wallie:
All around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The dog, he thought 'twas all in fun...
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel
I see the empty pocket needs a refill...
Pop, pop, goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop, pop, goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop, pop, goes the weasel, the weasel
Pop goes the weasel cuz the weasel goes POP!
Well, if he was gonna throw down like that, of course I had to chime in with:
Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it
Yo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it
But now you're getting sued—kinda stoopid
Aaaaaaaaaaand our girls looked at us like we were nuts.
P.S. If you get this post at all, you're aight by me. [taps chest with 2 fingers]
