I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll 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 think about to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck your I'm coolin in the corner with my custom stick My grandad must've the jazz When I bleed you can hear my heartbeat All the world, its the same bar Wishin the jukebox had some Gangstarr to state, I chase fate But my ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't gonna it with me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she the milk pour On 94', too to read the billboard Got a room at the Best The guy at the front looks like Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay towel down Ya'll run around and figure out its all about While I try to a cure for this cotton mouth I keep of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip the hole of my ski mask Roll we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Dodo I got my own lane, I don't wait for the So order up another plate of You talk so much, you makin my voice floss inside of the glove box Radio locked on the rock With the mirrorball, Escape From New style Double parked outside of the court The got a big ol butt My fog all the windows up Take a break the rotten grapevines the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw bound to lose But I knew I could count on you Next on you (Is that true?) my sins off in the rain Caught this fish now, light the I claim whats in my veins That's my crown and my name wait till they slash the price Before you a life But we can spend half the night with the 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, my crown and thats my name
The pick call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some water You might know me as and Malcom's father in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter Its like ya'll