[Intro]
Check me out now
Check it out now
Here we go now
Intuition, Dibiase
[Verse 1]
Cold shouldering
Old soul smoldering
Flow so cold
Known to blow snow colder wind
Mami's origami
I'm an unfolder then
North pole's gold rose
Don't boast, hold it in
But let it out sometimes
Like sticky little fingers
Rolling pounds one time
Bright night city lights are my sunshine
Stick around, dumb dimes
Angelino scum kind
Call them the skinny jean squadron
So many clothes gotta mini me problem
I'm Tom Petty, Free Fallin'
Broke 20 something
Pretending that he's ballin'
But really living day to day though
Ducking these hoe promoters
Pay to play shows
This whole shit from LA to (?)
Now electrolyte
Call it Gatorade whoa
[Chorus]
Whoa whoa
Slow down buddy
Vocal so wild
Whole style's money
Don't frown just cuz old gal love me
Hand in my waistband
So Al Bundy
Whoa whoa
Slow down buddy
Vocal so wild
Whole style's money
Don't frown just cuz old gal love me
Hand in my waistband
So Al Bundy
(So Al Bundy)
[Verse 2]
There's booty booty booty
Rockin' everywhere
When a cutie coochie groupy hoochie
Talking to a player
I'm like excuse me cutie
You seem to be dropping heavy stares
And I'm no newbie to this newchi cuchi
I'm never scared
Yeah
I'm the type of dude you wanna kick it with
The type of kid you take to bars and clubs to pull chickens with
Type of kid you hated living with
Because I monopolize your womens
And left dishes in the kitchen sink
It's international now
These bashful new jacks
Ain't got half of the style
Passionate on stage
I laugh and I smile
I'm the opening act
But i gab with your crowd
The kicks dirty
But I'm still fly
Some say the shit's nerdy
I call the flow Bill Nye
It's all fine just to kill time
That super scientific Mr. Wizard with the pill high
[Chorus]
Whoa whoa
Slow down buddy
Vocal so wild
Whole style's money
Don't frown just 'cause old gal love me
Hand in my waistband
So Al Bundy
Whoa whoa
Slow down buddy
Vocal so wild
Whole style's money
Don't frown just cuz old gal love me
Hand in my waistband
So Al Bundy
(So Al Bundy)
[Verse 3]
Yo I'm like how many MC's must get dissed
Before I score a punker chick with little slits on her wrist
Or that video vixen shares a sip of that crys
Or at least find a fan that doesn't live in the sticks
They trying to bring back the 80's
I live in 94'
Where the beats bang like the hammer of the mighty thor
Coming correct was still a nightly chore
I got that je ne sais quoi
To leave your frail psyche sore
[Outro]
Whoa whoa
Slow down buddy
Vocal so wild
Whole style's money
Don't frown just cuz old gal love me
Hand in my waistband
(So Al Bundy)