Popular Song Lyrics

GLINDA:

(Spoken)

Elphie, now dat we're playas, I've decided ta make you mah freshly smoked up project son!

ELPHABA:

(Spoken)

Yo ass straight-up aint gots ta do that...

GALINDA:

(Spoken)

I know, that's what tha fuck make me so sick biaaatch!

(Sung)

Whenever I peep one of mah thugs less fortunate than I,

And let's grill it, whoz ass isn't less fortunate than I, biatch?

I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah tender ass tendz ta start ta bleed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

And when one of mah thugs needz a makeover,

I simply gotta take over playa!

I know, I know exactly what tha fuck they need hommie!

And even up in yo' case,

Though it's tha toughest case I've yet ta face,

Don't worry, I'm determined ta succeed hommie!

Big up mah lead,

And yeaaaa indeed, yo big-ass booty is ghon be...

POPULAR!

You're gonna be ghettofab playa!

I'll teach you tha proper poise,

When you rap ta thugs,

Little ways ta flirt n' flounce,

ooh!

I'll show you what tha fuck Nikes ta wear playa!

How tha fuck ta fix yo' afro playa!

Everthang dat straight-up counts ta be...

POPULAR!

I'll help you be ghettofab playa!

You'll hang wit tha right cohorts,

You'll be phat at game,

Know tha slang you've gots ta know.

So let's start,

'Cause you've gots a awfully long way ta go!

Don't be offended by mah frank an*lysis,

Think of it as personalitizzle dialysis,

Now dat I've chosen ta become a

Pal, a sista n' advisor,

There's no muthafucka wiser playa!

Not when it comes to...

POPULAR!

I know bout popular. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

and wit a assist from me,

to be whoz ass you'll be,

instead of dreary whoz ass you were...

Well, are.

There's not a god damn thang dat can stop you,

from becomin popu-ler... lar...

la la, la la!

We're gonna make you pop-u-lar playa!

When i peep wack creatures,

With unprepossessin features,

I remind dem on they own behalf

To - be thinkin - of

Celebrated headz of state,

Or specially pimped out communicators muthafucka!

Did they have domes or knowledge, biatch?

Don't make me laugh!

They was POPULAR!

Please biaaatch!

It's all bout popular. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

It's not bout aptitude,

It's tha way you're viewed,

So it's straight-up shrewd ta be,

Straight-up straight-up ghettofab

like ME!

(Spoken)

Why, Miss Elphaba, peep you, biatch. you're dope!

ELPHABA:

(Spoken)

I, I have ta bounce tha fuck out...

GALINDA:

(Spoken)

You're welcome...

(Sung)

And though you protest,

Yo crazy-ass disinterest,

I know clandestinely,

You're gonna grin n' bear dat shiznit son!

Yo crazy-ass freshly smoked up found popularitizzle dawwwwg!

Aah!

La la, la la!

You'll be ghettofab playa!

Just not like as ghettofab as ME!

[Thanks ta Riley erections]