I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll in back Let the man I can't 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 bullshit I'm coolin in the corner with my custom stick My must've played the jazz I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar Wishin that the had some Gangstarr State to state, I chase But my stereo ate all my favorite So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you gonna make it with me All the way to Baton her mama, she make the milk pour On 94', too high to read the Got a room at the Best The guy at the desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a Shut the door, and lay towel down Ya'll run and figure out what its all about While I try to find a cure for cotton mouth I keep track of the I run But the flask, say Southside, son a sip through the hole of my ski mask Roll till we get to the for the cheap gas pass, Millenium Dodo I got my own lane, I wait for the popo So up another plate of oysters You talk so much, you my voice hurt Dental inside of the glove box Radio locked on the rock With the mirrorball, Escape From New York Double parked outside of the house The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and spank the state lines Never this mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I could on you Next rounds on you (Is true?) Wash my off in the rain Caught this fish now, the flame I only claim in my veins That's my crown and my name Gotta wait till they slash the Before you catch a But we can spend half the with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just sayin if its all a game, you can hang your In the of fame Don't make me explain, that's my crown and thats my
The pockets call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you magic water You might me as Jacob and Malcom's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Slaughter Its like ya'll