Grandmaster Jax and the Ol' Dirty Dada yo

We got more game than Candyland and Chutes and Ladders yo

We comin' with that kid hop to make your crib rock

(Yo, I heard the Knuckleheadz was soft) (Oh no you did not)

1 kid rapper, livin' off cheese and crackers

Signin' autographs (But sometimes I write my J's backwards)

We make ya jump when we're chillin' at the playground

Continuing the style that the 90's younguns laid down

(No clowns), no Pennywise up on the mic

5 years old learnin' to flow (while learnin' how to ride my bike)

Yea! Velcro shoes, never messin' with the shoestrangs

When he was one, his first word was (Wu-Tang)

And now we do thangs to make the crowds go bananas

(In pajamas) from up north all the way down to Atlanta

We found the code to the game and cracked it

And when we on stage, we're (hyperactive!)

Ol' Dirty Dada and the Grandmaster Jax yo

The illest duo since Big Boi and Thee Stacks yo

Southernplayalistic, kinda juvenile and twisted

Little too young for the club, so we hangin' at (Scratch Biscuit)

Old school like Mystic and Clearly Canadian

Chillin' in our Treehouse club, (that's where your lady been)

Not tryin' to brag, but dag gone we fly!

We makin' your girls cry (like they got shampoo in their eyes)

Oh! (It's on tonight), that's right

Ain't sellin' out unless we get a call from Sprite

(or Lego) or maybe Lego but the price gotta be bigger

Word to Jigga (Me and Dada want our own mini-figures)

We're doing things to make the crowd say incredible

We said to go bananas, (cause we don't like vegetables)

We found the code to the game and cracked it

And when we on stage, we're (hyperactive!)