Buggin (feat. David Gemmill) - Teen Titans Go!

Tell me how we got here, it's outta control Everyone invited, I don't even know And when you find me in the kitchen, I'm at a loose end I didn't know you'd come through, with all of your friends Because it's hometime, 'scuse me, put me in a taxi Don't chat at me You're buggin' me out (shut the fuck up) You're buggin' me out (shut the fuck up) Because you're no fun, trust me, I'ma check my newsfeed Don't get comfy You're buggin' me out (shut the fuck up) You're buggin' me out (shut the fuck up) It's getting weird so I'm runnin', full speed It's getting weird so I'm runnin', full speed It's getting weird so I'm runnin', full speed It's getting weird so I'm runnin', full speed (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up) (Shut the fuck up)

We're called Whistle and this is true We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do We don't mean robbin', stealin' or muggin' In fact we'll take it seriously, we're only buggin' That was fresh That was fresh That was fresh That, that, that, that was fresh Party peoples in the place, we want you all to see That we can be taken seriously But if you don't believe that then forget you all 'Cause we're gonna party-arty and have a ball 'Cause we're here to prove true bugged out means That things aren't always what they seem We want you all to scream and start to shout As we go on a mission and bug on out We're called Whistle and this is true We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do We don't mean robbin', stealin' or muggin' In fact we'll take it seriously, we're only buggin' Well, it's all about us, Jazz and K.D. But sometimes it's all about just me You know what I noticed all of a sudden When I speak people just be a muffin There's not another person who sounds like me And who could it be, there will never be I say a tongue give it like a blink of the eye Say it so well, you will think it's a lie Like Peter Potter picked up his gold pen Put in on the back-sail that would soon be his friend This plot deployed up a loony park Persistal to behave it so to ply it plank plunk My problem with fletchin' fletch people who flee Is playin' the proper pot without a pitcharee And my present plate who desorates my plea So I'm the perfect pacemaker, perpetrator trades me Tell me, girl, now is it true That you love for me just to talk to you? For you to be my girl and I'll be your man You'll be mine, not just another fan You'd be with me everywhere I go You'll hold my hand at every show Inseparable is what we'd be Jazz in, jazz in eternally But after all of this, you know your dream will end I wouldn't talk to you, I'd talk to your friend And you would call me conceited and you'd call me wrong But you'd call me that night and try to turn me on You dial my digits in the day and in the night Promise you, swear that you'll do me right But I doubt that anythin' that you'd do Would ever gimme the stomach to talk to you Now I'm buggin' Some DJ's go in order to impress But DJ's simply spinnin' is (Really fresh) We got trick, up our sleeve and if that isn't enough Grab a front row seat, check out this (Fuff) When the place gets hot and the air gets thinner The modulator overtake the soothin' silver spinner This scratchin' fascinates us, so why don't you too be real? It make it hard enough so everybody can (Feel it?) Just, just, just, just feel it Just, just, just feel it Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just feel it Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just Just, just, just, just We're called Whistle and this is true We love to do the things that we're not supposed to do We don't mean robbin', stealin' or muggin' In fact we'll take it seriously, we're only buggin'

Welcome, welcome to The Sticky Hood Just in time, about to eat real good Laid out newspapers and the magazines Cracked open a can of them navy beans Poured it real slow on a bed of greens No, no napkin, just use your teeth We keep it sticky, yo When you're a sticky Joe We keep it sticky, yo When you're a sticky Joe We keep it sticky, oh, oh When you're a sticky Joe, Joe Sticky, sticky, oh, oh Sticky, sticky, oh, oh Dumpster diving, candy beans Sunshine and all we get, I'm living the dream New York, London, out to Tokyo Leave a few good vibes everywhere that I go Hit 'em with a howdy (Hit 'em with a howdy) Hit 'em with a howdy (Hit 'em with a howdy) Howdy Ho! We keep it sticky, oh, oh When you're a sticky Joe, Joe Sticky, sticky, oh, oh Sticky, sticky, oh, oh I leave a few good vibes everywhere that I go Yeah, we're talking about, talking about Howdy!