you got a hot
date and you want to be fly
You throw on a
Gucci blazer and a
Gucci tie
Now the hair out of place,
a freshly shaved face
You think you're walking out the
house with the dialing grace
You pick up your girl and
take her out to dinner
Cause when the night is over,
you think you're gonna win her
Then you move real close,
using all of your charm
And then your girl says, baby guess what
I smell you at the house
That odor
It's ringing out loud and clear as a bell
You can't hear it
Because you're immune to the smell
Now I describe your aroma as foul
And pathetic
And they can use that odor as
the latest anesthetic
Now I know that it's no -go funk
I can tell
Because it's written all over
by the way that you smell
That funk
The aroma
That smell
That scent
You'll be arrested for malicious
body odor intent
Your owner's going around
doing people's harm
And there's somebody turning around to say
I smell your underarm
The foam, the foam, the foam
You woke up late for work,
using the same old line
I don't think I'm gonna wash
my underarms this time
The more you ignore the worse
the smell grows
And you pick out all your clothes
by using your nose
It was the rush hour when
I was on the train
And the smell of underarms
was driving me insane
It was a surefire way
of bringing me to my death
I couldn't hold the conversation,
I was holdin' my breath
You could see the funk
just like a cloud in the air
Was homeboy sittin' next to me,
I swear
When I saw the direction
that this girl was leanin'
I heard homeboy's under
arms just screamin'
I smell your underarms
Hangin' at a party one night all alone
Sippin' on the bottom of
Dom
Perignon
The crowd was on the floor
Rockin' the beat
Smellin' like they ain't bathed
since last week
Smell was all through the households
Rockin' the place
The funk through the air like
a fresh can of mace
When you raised your hand
I had to sound the alarm
Of course I knew
There's a mothafucka under his arm
We were so shocked
we couldn't even run
And they declared us all
Probably gonna be number one
Now you might think it's funny
But it ain't no joke
Yo, it's about that time
Now put it all to a vote
Throw your hands in the air
If you're ready to party hard
Ew!
Put them hands back down,
everybody,
cause you didn't use right gauze.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
I smell your underarms.
Boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom,
Boom, boom, boom,
You