I act like an asshole Why don't ya'll stay in Let the man I can't tell what town is But I know bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar think about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck your I'm coolin in the corner with my custom stick My must've played the jazz I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap All around the world, its the bar that the jukebox had some Gangstarr State to state, I chase But my stereo ate all my favorite So babydoll, you straighten up the attitude Or you ain't make it with me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she the milk pour On 94', too to read the billboard Got a at the Best Western The guy at the desk looks like Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel Ya'll run around and figure out its all about While I try to find a cure for this cotton 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 for the cheap gas pass, Millenium Dodo I got my own lane, I wait for the popo So up another plate of oysters You talk so much, you my voice hurt Dental inside of the glove box Radio on the classic rock the mirrorball, Escape 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 and then spank the state lines Never this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I count on you Next on you (Is that true?) my sins off in the rain Caught this fish now, light the I only whats in my veins my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till they slash the Before you a life But we can spend the night with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can your pain In the hall of make me explain, that's my crown and thats my name
The pick pockets call me Ali 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