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Intro
Where we at?
Ft. Lauderdale one of the seediest towns in the country. Its gross. Sex shops galore.
You like it?
I feel right at home.
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Hey, city to city
Hey, one shot tonight (one shot tonight, yall)
Hey, city to city
Hey, one shot tonight
(Toothpick)
And I stop when I couldnt go
Feet are deep, go pop when I hear da flow
Id roll with my sock cause I slide down
Lie down in the back with the top down
Relax any place that I might go
Tight flow, and Ill leave with the right ho
Back down when it come to the quick draw
Act out, cut rhymes like a jigsaw
Big dog line up on the front line
Insane, smoke weed in the daytime
Take mine, waste time in the bus back
Roll up with a philly and a dub sack
Know that this cat got a attitude
Show up, how I do what I gotta do
And its all for the love of the game, see?
I stand tall and this s**t dont change me.
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Time zones, area codes, and clones
Truckstops and microphones
And there aint enough free petrone
To make a motel feel like home
When you got none
I cant stop when Im in demand
I go x-out, AWOL, and back again
We stand stuck to the plan
I grew up from a mixed up kid
To mixed up kid with a van
Banned in several places
p*ssed off dads in several cases
p*ssed off fans on the Net
Talking s**t that we changed
But never show their faces
And if you want out, lookee, now is your chance
Otherwise put that little finger back in your pants
Cause we aint gonna stop. I know where I am:
Putting miles on this fking van
Come on
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The rubber hit the ground
The kid was never crowned
Im looking at the s**t
Thats ahead of me now
I got my head high
Mind higher
Flipping off the world
Before I jump in the fire
I got a hand in my pocket
Ones full of arrest; stop to get comfortable
I sleep with the sunrise, blue skies,
A pair of sunglasses, and bloodshot eyes
Ive been to the Roseland and the truth
Im probably even playin in your living room
I trashed all your treasures, drank your moms gin,
fked your girlfriend, and Ill do it again.
Chorus