I act like an asshole Why don't ya'll stay in Let the man I tell what town this is But I that bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think about where to dump cop car I'm too slick, so fuck bullshit I'm coolin in the corner with my pool 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 State to state, I fate 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 milk On 94', too high to the billboard Got a room at the Best The guy at the front desk looks Les Nessman Hush now, not a Shut the door, and lay your down Ya'll run around and figure out its all about While I try to find a for this cotton mouth I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip the hole 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 order up another of oysters You so much, you makin my voice hurt floss inside of the glove box Radio locked on the classic With the mirrorball, Escape From New York parked outside of the court house The windchill got a big ol My fog all the windows up Take a from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and then the state lines Never this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I count on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my off in the rain Caught this now, light the flame I only whats in my veins my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till slash the price you catch a life But we can spend half the night the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang pain In the hall of Don't make me explain, that's my crown and my name
The pockets call me Ali Baba I'm to sell you some magic water You might know me as Jacob and father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Its that ya'll