Nunchucks

With the nunchucks
 Rolling in your hood
 Ask a big bad wolf what is good
 Feeling dumbstruck
 I done been there, done that
 But I wonder why I still feel so alone
 Baby, stand up
 But don't pull them pants up
 You're pulling off my shirt
 But should I leave my hands up?
 Expression of fandom
 You know that I've been good
 But you still tear the cat up
 And when you provoke me
 You do it at random
 I won't lead you on
 But I hope that you can manage
 You don't want to man up
 You don't want to plan up
 But you call me wifey
 So what's the big idea?
 Do I need to sit right here and fill my ears
 While bullshit come out of your lips right here
 Got me searching for insight
 Insight? Guess I need to call this night off
 Riddle me riddle me that
 Mr. Unintentional Ass
 And his every interval fast -
 Throw that cheese and dough in that bag
 With that Little Italy swag
 Nigga, riddle riddle me that
 While my mental instantly crash
 When you enter, enter me
 Gentle then, yeah, ease up
 I'm day dreaming
 Now, whoa, I never daydream
 But you jumping from rooftops
 And searching and hunting, my ninja
 With the nunchucks
 Rolling in your hood
 Ask a big bad wolf what is good
 Feeling dumbstruck
 I done been there, done that
 But I wonder why I still feel so alone