[Intro]

Oh yeah, check it out

Driving around in this huge Cadillac

Mag wheels, big pipes coming out the back

Blowing flames eighteen feet long

Fuzzy dice, got the fuzzy [?]

Doing about 150 on the highway

Anyway, you turn off your lights

You turn on the interior lights

And you cruise, and you cruise

And you cruise, and you cruise

Except you're not cruising anymore for that long, you see

Because you end up crashing somewhere

Taking a jump off some guy's cow

Into a field, hitting a farmer, pissing him off

Fuck, what a day

[Verse 1]

One, two, the two, gotta buckle my shoe

So I won't trip when I move

Yo, soap and suds, what's happening, blood?

It's the lover from the hip-hop hood

Now society gave me the boot

So now I'm living on my own time, writing my cool rhyme

It's a perfect meditation for this human being

And I like to sing to jazz tunes while I'm peeing

See, I can rock a jam old school non-stop

And I like to eat my sundae with a cherry on top

Five-foot-six and dark-skinned complexion

Ever since I blew out of my daddy's erection

That was it

See, everyone knows, I got more styles than Barbie got clothes

And even them bluegrass guys, they don't mind it

They listen to my shit, they say, "Hot damn, rewind it!"

And people tend to tell me that my rhyme style stinks

When I'm burning like gonorrhea, boy, do you stink

But I'm never too hot, I stay warm mostly

Like hot butter on the breakfast toast

Yeah

[Interlude]

Sitting late one night, watching TV

There's this guy eating a banana like, blah blah blah

And I get the munchies

So I go down to the corner store

Well, it's actually not on the corner, it's sort of in the middle

Anyway, it takes me like two hours, but it's only a couple blocks away

But when I get there, I'm walking around and around

I don't know what I want

This guy is looking at me like I'm an alien

Anyway, I don't know what I was talking about

[Verse 2]

I can get deep like the trouble that I used to get into

And taking you to places that you never been to

Again, remember how the children used to sing

They got a new swing, if you got a piece to bring

I got the facts in a place that I feel relaxed

I'm getting wealthy fat 'cause I rhyme like filthy wax

I'm getting freaky with some hardcore props

Stuffin' a muff inside a cardboard box

Here's a little tall black that sees such sport

I got suckers on my jock like a tennis court

I stick it to the max, flat dope climax

I'm wearing tweed and leather, sweating in the heated weather

I'm just pulling weight, I'm pushing, going with the flow

And if I'm falling victim, I don't wanna know

[Outro]

I know you don't wanna know, but it's just too bad

'Cause it's 4 o'clock in the morning and I'm walking on the clouds way up

Minding my own business, well, sort of

When out of nowhere, this no face, no name, no luck

One hundred percent, all foul kind of guy says, "Excuse me, but my wife is having breakfast"

What a jerk

Shut up

Goddamn it