I act like an asshole Why don't ya'll in back Let the man I can't tell what town is But I know bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so your bullshit I'm coolin in the corner with my pool stick My must've played the jazz When I bleed you can hear my heartbeat All around the world, its the bar Wishin that the jukebox had Gangstarr State to state, I chase But my ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you better up the attitude Or you ain't gonna make it me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she 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 down Ya'll run around and figure out what its all While I try to find a cure for this cotton I keep track of the I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip the hole of my ski mask Roll we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Dodo I got my own lane, I don't for the popo So order up another plate of You so much, you makin my voice hurt Dental floss inside of the box Radio on the classic rock With the mirrorball, From New York style Double parked of the court house The got a big ol butt My fog all the windows up a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the lines Never make this mountain move, naw you're bound to But I knew that I count on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my sins off in the Caught fish now, light the flame I claim whats in my veins That's my crown and my name Gotta wait till they slash the you catch a life But we can spend half the night the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang pain In the hall of Don't make me explain, that's my crown and thats my
The pick call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some water You might me as Jacob and Malcom's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Its that ya'll