I only act an asshole Why don't stay in back Let the man I tell what town this is But I that bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar think about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck bullshit I'm coolin in the with my custom pool stick My must've played the jazz When I you can hear my heartbeat snap All around the world, its the bar Wishin the jukebox had some Gangstarr State to state, I fate But my stereo ate all my tapes So babydoll, you better up the attitude Or you gonna make it with me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she make the milk On 94', too to read the billboard Got a room at the Best The guy at the front desk looks Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel run around and figure out what its all about While I try to find a cure for cotton mouth I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the of my ski mask till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Millenium I got my own lane, I don't for the popo So order up another of oysters You so much, you makin my voice hurt Dental floss inside of the box Radio locked on the rock With the mirrorball, Escape From New York parked outside of the court house The windchill got a big ol My fog all the windows up Take a break from the grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the state Never make this mountain move, naw you're bound to But I that I could count on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my off in the rain Caught this now, light the flame I only claim whats in my That's my crown and my name Gotta till they slash the price Before you catch a But we can spend the night with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang pain In the hall of Don't me explain, that's my crown and thats my name
The pick call me Ali Baba I'm to sell you some magic water You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's Rest in peace Eyedea and Slaughter Its like that