I only act an asshole Why don't stay in back Let the man I can't what town this is But I know that was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think about where to dump cop car I'm too slick, so fuck your I'm coolin in the corner with my pool stick My grandad must've the jazz When I bleed you can my heartbeat snap All around the world, its the bar Wishin that the jukebox had Gangstarr State to state, I chase But my stereo ate all my tapes So babydoll, you straighten up the attitude Or you gonna make it with me All the way to Baton her mama, she make the milk pour On 94', too to read the billboard Got a room at the Western The guy at the front desk like Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel Ya'll run around and figure out what its all While I try to a cure for this cotton mouth I keep of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the hole of my ski till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Dodo I got my own lane, I don't wait for the So order up another of oysters You talk so much, you my voice hurt Dental inside of the glove box locked on the classic rock With the mirrorball, From New York style Double outside of the court house The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up Take a break from the grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the state Never this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew I could count on you Next on you (Is that true?) Wash my off in the rain this fish now, light the flame I only whats in my veins That's my crown and that's my Gotta wait till slash the price you catch a life But we can spend half the with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just if its all a game, you can hang your pain In the of fame Don't me explain, that's my crown and thats my name
The pockets call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some magic You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's Rest in peace Eyedea and Slaughter Its that ya'll