Sob
I'mma tell you folks a story
About this dumbass cop
Who went looking for trouble with me and my crew and then woke up without a job
We weren't hurtin' nobody
Sometimes girls play hard to get
You try and understand the trash coming out of her mouth with the alcohol and "ice" in your head
Anyway, there he was trying his best to act brave, bold and tough
He said "Alright, boys! You've had your fun and I think this girl has had enough."
But the last thing this cop learned was how to hang your head in shame
When he asked for my IC, and I obliged, and this dumbass read daddy's name
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, the rules simply don't apply
And when you talk to me, you better look at your feet or I'll spit right in your eye
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, I can do whatever the hell I want
You don't mess with me or I'll tell Tan Sri, I'm the Son of a Bangsawan
Now to watch a grown man piss his own pants has got to be the funniest shit in this world
But I shit you not that's exactly what happened when this prof tried to give me a whirl
The rules don't apply so you turn a blind eye if you catch me cheating on my papers
Or the next thing you know, you'll be wetting your pampers when Tan Sri comes to campus
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, the rules simply don't apply
And when you talk to me, you better look at your feet or I'll spit right in your eye
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, I can do whatever the hell I want
You don't mess with me or I'll tell Tan Sri, I'm the Son of a Bangsawan
Anyway, this college stuff just ain't for me so while I'm here I'll have my fun
Cause when Tan Sri finally kicks the bucket, I got me a company I got to run
But it's all a happy ending, even for that Dirty Harry wannabe cop
Who, last I heard, found his true calling selling 1 Ringgit Nasi Lemak
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, the rules simply don't apply
And when you talk to me, you better look at your feet or I'll spit right in your eye
You don't mess with me, I'm the son of an MP, I can do whatever the hell I want
You don't mess with me or I'll tell Tan Sri, I'm the Son of a Bangsawan
About this dumbass cop
Who went looking for trouble with me and my crew and then woke up without a job
We weren't hurtin' nobody
Sometimes girls play hard to get
You try and understand the trash coming out of her mouth with the alcohol and "ice" in your head
Anyway, there he was trying his best to act brave, bold and tough
He said "Alright, boys! You've had your fun and I think this girl has had enough."
But the last thing this cop learned was how to hang your head in shame
When he asked for my IC, and I obliged, and this dumbass read daddy's name
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, the rules simply don't apply
And when you talk to me, you better look at your feet or I'll spit right in your eye
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, I can do whatever the hell I want
You don't mess with me or I'll tell Tan Sri, I'm the Son of a Bangsawan
Now to watch a grown man piss his own pants has got to be the funniest shit in this world
But I shit you not that's exactly what happened when this prof tried to give me a whirl
The rules don't apply so you turn a blind eye if you catch me cheating on my papers
Or the next thing you know, you'll be wetting your pampers when Tan Sri comes to campus
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, the rules simply don't apply
And when you talk to me, you better look at your feet or I'll spit right in your eye
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, I can do whatever the hell I want
You don't mess with me or I'll tell Tan Sri, I'm the Son of a Bangsawan
Anyway, this college stuff just ain't for me so while I'm here I'll have my fun
Cause when Tan Sri finally kicks the bucket, I got me a company I got to run
But it's all a happy ending, even for that Dirty Harry wannabe cop
Who, last I heard, found his true calling selling 1 Ringgit Nasi Lemak
You don't mess with me, I'm an SOB, the rules simply don't apply
And when you talk to me, you better look at your feet or I'll spit right in your eye
You don't mess with me, I'm the son of an MP, I can do whatever the hell I want
You don't mess with me or I'll tell Tan Sri, I'm the Son of a Bangsawan
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Writer(s): Sheith Khidhir Abu Bakar
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