Sandals and socks. I knew this cat named Ardy. He wore sandals and socks. When he came to the party he would make sure it rocks. He would flail his arms around and do the Ardy dance. Leaving every motherfucker with funk in their pants. We like the Ardy who rocks the party. Hey yo, it’s Friday. You’re at the jam of the year. But somethin’s missin’ there. Man, Ardy ain’t here. People standin’ on the wall not freakin’ at all. Check it. what you need to do is give Ardy a call. And then sixty seconds later there’s a knock on the door. My man Ardy with Bacardi sayin’ get on the floor. And I’ve been gettin’ down ever since he said that shit. At the dance club having a conniption fit. Now, who rocks the party more than Ardy? NO ONE! And who smokes base back of the alley? ARDY! When we found him on the street he was homeless and shit. So we addicted him to coke so he’d be dependent. Now if he wants more drugs he’s gotta rock for us. Go down the ho stroll and pick up cock for us. Heyo, Ardy’s got the steps that’ll move your body. That’s why we like the Ardy that rocks the party. We like the Ardy who rocks the party. Yo, Ardy stinks like a motherfucker drownin’ in shit. But the crazy part is how much I love that kid. He’s so intelligent and charming. Ugly and disgusting. For a hit of yay he’ll do just about anything. Like suck my dick? Hell yeah, he’ll suck your dick, nerd. You’re holding weight? He’ll do anything. Word? He wears glasses and has a haircut like a clown. If you’ve got a girl over you don’t want him around. ‘Cause he smells bad? Naw, dawg. “Cause he’ll snatch her up. Straight playa for real. Sportin’ sandals and socks. Picture the most disgusting fucking man on the planet. Then multiply that by eight. God damn, Ardy’s great. Do anything for my ace. Even clean his face. When the schmutz starts to dry. Plus he always stays laced. In the brand new Teva’s, plus the wool socks. He came here to party. He came to smoke rocks. We like the Ardy who rocks the party. Ardy: Smoothest cat you’ve ever seen. The chicks know what I mean. He’s so fresh and so clean. He’ll rub up on your leg without warning. Start humpin’ it. What’s that smell in his pants? He’s been dumpin’ it. True game. Makin’ all the girls pause. Ardy, you look good with that dump in your drawers. If Ardy every stopped rockin’ you know we would kill ‘im. Roll him up in a carpet and throw him off of a buildin’. So I slip him PCP whenever he’s not lookin’. So he keeps the party jumpin’ from the floor to the ceilin’. Yeah, he looks god when he’s smokin’ on rocks. And don’t forget, y’all. He’s wearin’ sandals and socks. We like the Ardy who rocks the party. We like the Ardy who rocks the party.