I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll stay in Let the man I tell what town this is But I know that 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 pool My must've played the jazz When I you can hear my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar Wishin that the jukebox had Gangstarr State to state, I chase But my stereo ate all my tapes So babydoll, you better up the attitude Or you ain't make it with me All the way to Rouge 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 looks like Les 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 find a cure for this mouth I keep track of the I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the of my ski mask Roll till we get to the Burbs for the gas Speed pass, Millenium I got my own lane, I wait for the popo So up another plate of oysters You so much, you makin my voice hurt Dental floss of the glove box Radio locked on the classic the mirrorball, Escape From New York style Double parked of the court house The windchill got a big ol My breath fog all the up Take a break the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw bound to lose But I that I could count on you Next on you (Is that true?) Wash my off in the rain Caught this now, light the flame I only whats in my veins That's my and that's my name wait 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 your pain 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 some magic You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's Rest in Eyedea and Sally Slaughter Its like that