[Intro]

Shit this songs called Jukebox

[Verse 1]

My favourite hobby is drinking alcohol

But if y'all goin' to the club I ain't goin out with y'all

I ain't tryin' to get nicely dressed

At the door tryin' to pass the am I cool enough test

Bitch, I got my Vans on and they look like sneakers

And they won't let my clique in 'cause we look like tweakers

They want twenty five fuckin' bucks

They ain't even got a band and the DJ fuckin' sucks

That techno gets old in a minute

I'm tryin' to dance to shit that's got soul in it

It's the same beat all night, kid

And even when I'm on ecstasy I still don't like it

So take me to a place where I can drink like a savage

Where people are ugly and beer prices are average

I know I sound like an old man

But if y'all goin to the club I'm stayin' home, fam

[Chorus]

'Cause I've been around for many long days

And ain't nobody gone change my ways, yeah

Hey Mr. Driver

Take me where that old jukebox plays

[Verse 2]

Now I ain't talkin' all clubs but I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch

Tryna be the cool table up at high school lunch

Well, if that shit's cool you can call me a nerd

Marching band, chess team, that's my word

I'd rather get held back at the door

When one beer is the price of a twelve pack at the store, and uh

I love it here in the home of the Lakers

But it's Hollywood, it's a whole lotta fakers

And I would rather drink a whole lotta Makers

And roll to the crib with a bowl or some papers

And sit back with the long neck spittin'

How do you think my songs get written?

After that you can catch me at the local bar

Gettin' loud and obnoxious like my vocals are

I know i sound like an old man

But if y'all goin' to the club i'm stayin' home, fam

[Chorus]

'Cause I've been around for many long days

And ain't nobody gone change my ways, yeah

Hey Mr. Driver

Take me where that old jukebox plays

[Interlude]

Y'all still wit' me, y'all wit' me, y'all good?

That's good, man, I know it's early a lot of times

On early

People ain't drunk yet

I know some of you fucking degenerates been drunk since noon

But we gonna start it off just to make sure y'all wit' me

Just to make sure we gon' do a little participation shit

Somebody say yeah

A say yeah

A say yeah

A say yeah

A say yeah

A say yeah

Alright, we gonna do some rap shit

[Verse 3]

Uh, ayo

You can come and see me for the flow or the style

Either way I make the show worth your while

I'm the most versatile motherfucker you seen in your life

Musical Swiss army knife

Son, I rock mics, beats and fuckin' acoustics

Wax, I make fire like the rubbin' of two sticks

Cats bring beef like the oven at Ruth's Chris

But they don't bring heat, they just come with excuses

I stand tall, other rappers should get stilts

Or better yet just stop rappin' and knit quilts

In the dome is the chronic

And i'm cooking emcees like it's home economics, biatch

And that's a tasty cake

Sweetened up by all the flakes we bake

Motherfucker, I wild on stage like I'm Zack de la Rocha

And if you don't like it get a cat into polka