[Intro]
[Verse 1: Shmandarin]
Hopped in the Impala to pick up my dude
If you don't bring a friend then that's just rude
Taking a trip up to the gas station
Noticing the effects of hyper inflation
We'll walk in there and head to the cooler
So much class like we're Ferris Bueller
Arnold Palmer, Golden Bear, big ass cans
We'll buy so many we can't fit them in our hands
[Hook: Shmandarin]
Sipping on that iced tea, that's what we do
Driving down 46 to chill with the crew
Party in the Jeep or Impala, it doesn't matter
I'll be sipping on that iced tea
[Verse 2: J-Smooth]
So I hopped in the whip, copped a $1.06 iced tea
Likely the crew, they reside right beside me
High speeds, seeing double vision like a siamese
Damn right say "Christ, he flows quite nicely!"
Crushing cans like I crush them faces at a fight scene
Arizona tea while I'm scheming about my pipe dreams
More flavors than a kiddie truck that's full of ice-cream
I'm at cha, getting all up in your ass like a bike seat
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Shmandarin]
Like pulling magic out of a snapback
The J-Smooth and Shmandy combo is back
A better combination than iced tea and lemonade
A way better sensation than getting paid
You can't beat a big can for 99 cents
Are you getting what I'm saying, ladies and gents?
I can go for another Golden Bear
Let's take another trip up to Country Fair
[Hook x2]
[Final Verse: J-Smooth]
What? I'm the opposite of abstinent
More than adequate rapper and I am passionate
Master of assonance, rhyming is my undergraduate
I'm adamant and hungry as a pack of black Africans
I stand alone like a boat with no sail
I flow as hard as a 10 on moh's scale
Punks stuck in a deep rut, they slow snail
I'm building sand castles with a shovel and no pail