Yeah, nickels please

Yeah can I get a Heineken?

Thank you

World cup on the flat screen silent

Chips stacked up like a castle on an island (Stacked)

Mustard colored nickels, winning so I'm feeling like I'm all that

A bag of chips plus a couple pickles

Aroma of tobacco in the chamber

As the slot machines babble out in eastern Pennsylvania

I started out with two Franklin's, I'm up to eight but

Old Asian lady next to me too much makeup

I look away, never envision the wheel

But my number kept falling like drunk bitches in heels (Twenty nine)

See I don't change, I always stay the same

Since this Russian chick in Cleveland told me it's the Devil's game

I had past bummers but made cash from it

Since last summer betting only black numbers

Today's no different, so I'm sticking with it (Sticking with it)

Black 29, hit twice, magnificent

I shoulda colored out but kept playing like a idiot

Castle started crumbling, I'm playing just the minimum

Two, red kept falling like a bloodbath

Down to just a hundred so I'm plotting on a comeback

Dude sits next to me, he lights a Camel

Exhales the smoke in my face and on my flannel

What kind of douche motherfucker is this?

So I'm plotting on his death as I pepper my chips

My number hits, but he's smoking in my grill piece

I hate cigarettes even though I smoke the ill weed (Smoke the ill weed)

I'll place one more bet and then color out

My triumph quickly turned into a bummer now

The number falls, red 21 fuck

I've been here before

But the dealer put the marker on 18 by mistake

And then she cleared the board

I didn't have chips on either square, so I started bouncing

But the cigarette dude winks and makes an announcement

He's like, "yo, that's not fair

You put the marker on 18, that's the wrong square

You already wiped away the chips from 21

But me and this guy had the chips stacked to the sun" (We did)

He's pointing at me, the dealer says "oh shit"

She got no way to verify, so we both hit

I started five to one, each on five mix

That's the grip equivalent to Pringles truck full of chips (Stack 'em up)

I gave him daps, bounced, that's just the predicate

Then me and Jay Caron drove to Connecticut