What Do You Take Me For?

[Hook 1: Nick Fury] My name is Tonya - my name is Nick My name is Diana - my name is Nick My name is Sarah - my name is Nick And whaddya take me for, the last kid to get picked? [Hook 2: Big Oak] My name is Diana - my name is Oak My name is Tonya - my name is Oak My name is Sarah - my name is Oak Now whaddya take me for, the little local funny joke? Now, why is that? Why do I get passed by? It's not like I have a peg leg and a glass eye I'm a nice guy, but that's my curse We all know that they say that's last and the jerks finish first See I don't get that, it makes no sense to me I'm not stocky so the girls won't even mention me? Shit, I'm no J. Crew model But my mind can offer you more than that beer in your bottle Plus, I can tell you a lot more about life Than some smuck who wears a see-through jersey and packs a knife Or some jerk that will talk you out of your panties In a half an hour, and then forget your name in half that time My name is Oak, my profession is to talk in rhyme But when it comes to talkin to girls I'm at the back of the line Because I'm nice, the girls think I'm harmless The shallow guys with cash, those are their targets The good thing is, I talk to lots of girls But it always heads straight to the friend zone More often than the Rams get to the end zone Which makes it difficult to get to the bed zone But I'm not gonna change, I'll always be the same I've had a couple of girls, that understood my game So I've had some success here, to all the dimes of the world I'm coming for you next year [Hook 2] + [Hook 1] [Nick Fury] See I'm, five-seven and a little bit more I got a, head of hair that the girls adore I never call them a bitch slut skeezer or whore At least never to their face and if I did they deserved it But, I got class so I'm holdin the door I guess I must be the doorman cause I'm gettin ignored I'm the nice guy except for the new tattoo And the small criminal record startin back in high school But because these reasons, seems we exist in different seasons Yours range from cold to freezin That's what your back told me as you walked right by But I've been watchin too closely and I figured out why I need to, grab your arm when you first walk in I need to check out other girls while we're talkin I'll never, call you back ever tell you how I feel I see that's the way to get 'em - keepin it real These L.A. girls man they're all the same There must be somethin bout surroundin 'em with fortune and fame That's why I sit in the back just a little bit lifted Eyes a little shut, mind a little more gifted Now she's talkin shit, I got a chip on my shoulder? Always hang around with all these people that are older Mind your own business, that's what I told her And simple as that, she's takin orders like a soldier [Hook 1] + [Hook 2] "Just remember my rhyme, just remember my rhyme!" -] 3X "Take heed to my rhyme and get the hell away!" -] Will Smith {*same samples ad libbed to fade*}