I only act an asshole Why ya'll stay in back Let the man I tell what town this is But I that 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 pool stick My grandad played the jazz When I bleed you can hear my snap All around the world, its the bar Wishin that the jukebox had some State to state, I fate But my ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't make it with me All the way to Rouge her mama, she make the milk pour On 94', too high to the billboard Got a room at the Best The guy at the front desk like Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel run around 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 of my ski mask till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Millenium I got my own lane, I don't wait for the So up another plate of oysters You talk so much, you makin my voice floss inside of the glove box Radio locked on the classic With the mirrorball, Escape New York style parked outside of the court house The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the and then spank the state lines Never make 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 fish now, light the flame I only whats in my veins That's my crown and that's my Gotta wait till they the price Before you catch a But we can half the night with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can your pain In the of fame Don't me explain, that's my crown and thats my name
The pick pockets 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