I only act an asshole Why don't stay in back Let the man I can't tell town this is But I that bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think about where to dump cop car I'm too slick, so your bullshit I'm coolin in the with my custom pool stick My grandad must've the jazz I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar that the jukebox had some Gangstarr State to state, I chase But my stereo ate all my favorite So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't gonna make it me All the way to Rouge Call her mama, she the milk pour On 94', too high to read the Got a room at the Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay towel down Ya'll run and figure out what its all about While I try to find a cure for this mouth I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son a sip through the hole 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 for the popo So order up plate of oysters You talk so much, you makin my voice floss inside of the glove box Radio locked on the rock With the mirrorball, From New York style Double parked outside of the court The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up Take a break from the rotten Fill the and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw bound to lose But I knew that I count on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my off in the rain Caught this fish now, light the I only claim in my veins That's my crown and my name wait till they slash the price Before you catch a But we can spend half the night with the light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang your In the hall of Don't make me explain, that's my and thats my name
The pick pockets me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you magic water You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's Rest in peace Eyedea and Slaughter Its like ya'll