I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll in back Let the man I tell what town this is But I that bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck bullshit I'm in the corner with my custom pool stick My must've played the jazz I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar Wishin the jukebox had some Gangstarr to state, I chase fate But my stereo ate all my tapes So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't make it with me All the way to Baton Call her mama, she make the pour On 94', too high to the billboard Got a room at the Western The guy at the front desk looks Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your down Ya'll run around and figure out its all about While I try to find a cure for this mouth I track of the miles 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, Dodo I got my own lane, I wait for the popo So order up plate of oysters You so much, you makin my voice hurt Dental floss inside of the box Radio locked on the classic With the mirrorball, Escape From New style Double parked outside of the house The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up Take a break the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the state Never make this move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I count on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my sins off in the Caught this now, light the flame I claim whats in my veins That's my and that's my name Gotta till they slash the price Before you 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 hang your In the of fame Don't make me explain, that's my crown and my name
The pick pockets call me Ali I'm to sell you some magic water You might know me as Jacob and Malcom's in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter Its like ya'll