I only act an asshole Why don't stay in back Let the man I can't tell what this is But I know that was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so your bullshit I'm in the corner with my custom pool stick My must've played the jazz When I bleed you can hear my snap All around the world, its the bar Wishin that the had some Gangstarr State to state, I fate But my stereo ate all my tapes So babydoll, you straighten up the attitude Or you ain't gonna make it me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she make the pour On 94', too to read the billboard Got a room at the Best The guy at the front desk like Les Nessman Hush now, not a the door, and lay your towel down Ya'll run and figure out what its all about While I try to a cure for this cotton mouth I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son a sip through the hole of my ski mask Roll we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas pass, Millenium Dodo I got my own lane, I don't for the popo So order up another of oysters You talk so much, you makin my voice 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 breath fog all the up Take a from the rotten grapevines the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I could 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 that's my Gotta wait till they the price Before you a life But we can spend half the night the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just if its all a game, you can hang your pain In the hall of Don't make me explain, that's my crown and thats my
The pick pockets call me Ali I'm to sell you some magic water You might know me as and Malcom's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Its that ya'll