I only act an asshole Why ya'll stay in back Let the man I tell what town this is But I know bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar think about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so your bullshit I'm coolin in the corner with my custom stick My grandad must've played the When I bleed you can my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar Wishin that the jukebox had some State to state, I chase But my stereo ate all my favorite So babydoll, you straighten up the attitude Or you ain't gonna 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 Best The guy at the front looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a the door, and lay your towel down Ya'll run around and figure out what its all While I try to find a cure for cotton mouth I keep of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the of my ski mask Roll till we get to the for the cheap gas Speed pass, Millenium I got my own lane, I don't wait for the So order up another plate of You talk so much, you makin my hurt Dental floss of the glove box Radio locked on the classic With the mirrorball, From New York style Double parked outside of the court The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up Take a from the rotten grapevines the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw bound to lose But I knew that I could on you Next rounds on you (Is true?) my sins off in the rain Caught this fish now, light the I only claim whats in my my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till they the price Before you catch a 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 of fame Don't make me explain, my crown and thats my name
The pick call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some magic You know me as Jacob and Malcom's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Slaughter Its like ya'll