I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll in back Let the man I can't tell town 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 pool My grandad must've the jazz When I bleed you can my heartbeat snap All around the world, its the bar Wishin that the jukebox had Gangstarr State to state, I fate But my stereo ate all my favorite So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't gonna make it me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she make the pour On 94', too high to read the Got a room at the Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les Hush now, not a Shut the door, and lay your towel Ya'll run and figure out what its all about While I try to find a cure for this cotton I keep track of the I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the hole of my ski Roll till we get to the Burbs for the gas Speed pass, Millenium I got my own lane, I wait for the popo So order up another plate of You talk so much, you makin my voice Dental inside of the glove box Radio on the classic rock With the mirrorball, Escape From New York Double parked outside of the house The got a big ol butt My fog all the windows up Take a break from the grapevines Fill the tank and then the state lines make this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew I could count on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my sins off in the Caught this fish now, the flame I only whats in my veins That's my crown and my name Gotta wait till they the price you catch a life But we can spend half the night with the dashboard (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can your pain In the of fame Don't make me explain, that's my and thats my name
The pockets call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some water You might know me as and Malcom's father Rest in Eyedea and Sally Slaughter Its that ya'll