DIRTY MOP (SUNG TO THE TUNE OF "POP")
Sick and tired of hearing all those people talk about
"What's the deal with your hair boy?" and "Why'd you let it grow out?"
The thing they've got to realize is what I'm doing is not for them
I've got the hair, I'm growing it
And I ain't got no split ends
It doesn't matter
If I like it long, so it covers half my face
It doesn't matter
If I coif it well, not a hair is out of place
It doesn't matter
If I make it curl, or it sticks up in the air
All that matters
Is that I like it, and I'll wear it like this everywhere C'mon now
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Do you ever wonder why?
I let it grow so high?
I hardly even try
I feel it when its
Hanging down my neck
But baby, what the heck
If it sometimes looks a wreck
This is my…. Mop!
Dirty mop, you know it just won't stop
I know you like my dirty mop
Now, why you wanna try and tell me that you think it should be cut?
I'm just gon' do what I like, if I let it grow, so what?
Tired of hearing you complaining, fussing, things like that
So worry bout yours, cause imma grow mine,
cause I think it looks phat!
It doesn't matter
If I if I dye it brown, and I put in some blond streaks
It doesn't matter
If the other guys, smile and laugh at me for weeks
It doesn't matter
If it makes me look, like I'm playin' for both teams
All that matters
Is when the fans see me they deafen me with their screams
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Man, I'm tired of cutting
Break
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