[Chorus:] So many mamacita's got a brotha burnin' up Turn it up, pump the volume up Turn it up (pump up the volume, Pump up the volume) [x2]
[Hook:] Houston we have a problem NASSA better call em' 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off
[Verse 1:] I'm so ahead of the game I'm tryna catch up to myself, it's selfish Ya'll sound like me in a 2004, it's the truth I can't help it Ya'll so late late late late, ya'll so lame My father's gone, but thank god he came Shit is on satellite dishes Them boys so futuristic Mama your ass so jupiter, that it's so huge and mystic
[Chorus:] So many mamacita's got a brotha burnin' up Turn it up, pump the volume up Turn it up (pump up the volume, Pump up the volume)
[Hook:] Houston we have a problem NASSA better call em' 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 take off
[Verse 2:] Just like Pun said, even if I stutter, I still sh sh shit on ya How to sign checks is the only thing that I learned from literature Keep thinkin' that I won't get at ya I'm not a creature I'm a Beam me up Scotty G g g g give it to her
Shit is on satellite dishes Them boys so futuristic Mama your ass so jupiter, that it's so huge and mystic
[Chorus:] So many mamacita's got a brotha burnin' up Turn it up, pump the volume up Turn it up (pump up the volume, Pump up the volume [x10])