[bad word] ]
Uh, yeah, uh, opportunity be knockin', let a [bad word] in.
Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a [bad word] in,
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her,
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered.
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still your little baby.

[Verse 1:]
All my life I was a [bad word] up, now I pull the [bad word] up,
Same [bad word] stuck up, now she wanna suck us.
See me hangin' out the window, screamin', “What, what?!”
No more tough luck, a different cloth is what I'm cut from.
Baby, oh, my lord,
The cops chasin' Bronson in an all-white Ford! [bad word]  I'm on that all-night tour, [bad word]  I'm alright, but I'm off that raw,
I'm in a robe dancin' salsa on the top floor,
You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, lord!
Hot hoes every city that we go, singin',
“Heads high, kill 'em with it now!”
Uh, all I do is eat oysters
And speak six languages in three voices,
It's Adriatic Summers on the sample.
Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothing,
Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker
With Anita Baker, uh!
 [bad word] ]
Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a [bad word] in,
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her,
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered.
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still your little baby.

[Verse 2:]
Uh, I feel so alive, I think I [bad word] myself,
I should kiss myself,
I'm starin' at the man inside the mirror,
The reflection shows a wolf, though. Aooh! [bad word]  I'm still cute, ho, yeah!
All my women play the flute,
Saw me place a melon and prosciutt'.
Left-handed make the Fender cry,
Count money with a reverend's smile, the Devil's eye,
Half-Cherokee and Gemini, uh! [bad word] ll dump heat, from Jump Street,
And turn your chest plate to lunch meat.
I'm in a Humvee lookin' like a young me,
Now these [bad word] all wanna be chubby.
I switch the season, now the hair's curled,
Tan skin, I need a bad girl,
‘Cause James Brown said, “It's Man's World.”
In a Trans twirl, the burner handle made of pearl,
That's just daddy's little girl.
 [bad word] ]
Opportunity be knockin', you gotta let a [bad word] in,
I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her,
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered.
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Ma, you know I'm still your little baby.