I got my groove back, bitch, I'm groovy
I'm a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That's a lullaby, alibi for groupie
Bring it back this that Bad Apple music,
I ain't fuckin with these cunts 'cause they don't know how to do it
Keep it real groovy and I always keep it movin'
When they came for my neck I stuck it out real ruthless
Barkaa to the B big tidda my cousin
And I do what I wanna 'cause I killed all my husbands
Nah I'm just playing, nah I'm just getting started
Rolled up with my buddas, we ain't came here for nothing
Spark when I started, styles that I fathered
Bastards are starvin', feed these piranhas
Killed 'em in the bay now I leave 'em in the harbour
What else could I say? Leave it to Barkaa
Every cutie with a booty wanted groovy
Briggs is getting boujie, beggars gettin' choosy
Everything is Gucci, so keep it in ya lane
Coz no we don't play unless it's Call of Duty
I got my groove back, bitch, I'm groovy
I'm a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That's a lullaby, alibi for groupie
I got my groove back, bitch, I'm groovy
I'm a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That's a lullaby, alibi for groupie
Still singing fuck the cops
Alpha male of the pack the way I son these dogs
Naughty Nowra cunt, told ya annays uck me off
Reign down on 'em, let 'em feel the wrath of god
Uh, Uncle Nooks got his groove back
Uh, I don't know 'em coz they too chat
Uh, better off dead John Cusak
Still eating Devon on bread cuz I'm too black
Handsome and I'm groovy
Roll up like a doobie
Doobays all around might see me dancing with a groupie
Flow it be the doozy
My life be like a movie
Shots in every scene like I was rolling with an ouzie
And we troublesome, you don't want no trouble son
Barkaa making hits and we gone get 'em with another one
Finally got my groove back, dancing like a new jack
Shit I get around and I can show you how I do that
Let them laugh now cry later hater
Whipping in the kitchen while you just a waiter
I run this shit while I'm chasing paper
Transporting heat like Jason Statham, ohhhh
Black feet from the dirt, my home
Chop a tree down, kill our soul
Birth another war to build a road (yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh)
They try lead us to nowhere (then what)
Hope we take the wrong turn
Drive it like you stole it and let these fucking wheels burn
I got my groove back, bitch, I'm groovy
I'm a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That's a lullaby, alibi for groupie
I got my groove back, bitch, I'm groovy
I'm a monument, you could never move me
I like when haters talk, find it real soothing
That's a lullaby, alibi for groupie