I only act an asshole Why ya'll stay in back Let the man I tell what town this is But I know that was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think about to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck your I'm coolin in the corner my custom pool stick My must've played the jazz When I bleed you can hear my heartbeat All the world, its the same bar Wishin that the jukebox had Gangstarr State to state, I fate But my ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you straighten up the attitude Or you ain't gonna it with me All the way to Rouge Call her mama, she make the pour On 94', too high to read the Got a room at the Best The guy at the front looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a Shut the door, and lay your towel Ya'll run around and figure out what its all While I try to find a for this cotton mouth I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the of my ski mask Roll till we get to the Burbs for the gas Speed pass, Millenium I got my own lane, I don't wait for the So order up plate of oysters You talk so much, you my voice hurt Dental inside of the glove box Radio on the classic rock With the mirrorball, Escape New York style Double parked of the court house The got a big ol butt My fog all the windows up Take a break the rotten grapevines Fill the and then spank the state lines Never make mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I that I could count on you Next rounds on you (Is true?) my sins off in the rain Caught fish now, light the flame I claim whats in my veins That's my crown and that's my Gotta wait till they the price Before you a life But we can spend half the night with the dashboard (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang your In the of fame make me explain, that's my crown and thats my name
The pick pockets me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some magic You might know me as Jacob and father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Its that ya'll