Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
Oh... Last night, had a little party Got drunk, threw up on everybody Woke up, 3 in the PM I feel good, just had a BM What I like is girls cookin breakfast And what I really like is that they cookin naked It feels right when you're living your dream I put my purple pants on and then I step on the scene
Hey... We in a coupe, rollin the strip with a flask in the pocket and we ready to sip top down, hey, bumpin the Method Music so loud that we might get arrested At the club, the line is long (How long?) About as long as my dingily-dong I am sippin' fast put half in the trunk and the rest in the flask
Sineways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Side chains, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
We, step in the door, rocking the fro LMFAO baby, now we in control. It's like I wanna be the fulfillment, I got five dollars but I feel like a million Where's the tequila rocks though? I take a couple shots and I feel like a vato Heeeey, We be keeping it hot though, Your girl's like chips, cause now she's not-chos.
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
(We gonna do what we wanna do) x3
Sideways, make the bass Let me take y'all to a higher place Four bucks for a gallon of what? I'm a hy-brid baby, no need to rush Sideways, squash the bass Blast this shit into outer space You're a Pac-Man bitch on an old Atari We grand theft auto in a hot Ferrari
In the taxi Spit the bad seed Spit the bad seed He came out to testify Rip the black jean With his gold teeth In the back seat He came out to testify
I'm not a follower Don't want to follow her Don't want a piece of the pie Where I land I don't care I don't need a plan One night at a time
Who kicks open every door lately? He can't stop He can't stop fighting Who says, "I won't leave 'til you make me?" He can't stop He can't stop losing a round
Looks like me Dressed like me Just like me Looks like me Dressed like me Just like me
In the back seat of the taxi He came out to testify In the back seat of the taxi Kept saying, "Who am I?" In the back seat of the taxi He came out to testify In the back seat of the taxi Said not to move, he's fine
Don't play with drugs in your bloodstream Don't play with bugs for your bad dreams
I'm gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean
In the taxi Spit the bad seed Spit the bad seed Rip the black jean With his gold teeth In the back seat
(Make it up) (Hold my breath) (Where I land I don't care, I don't need a plan) (I don't give a damn, I don't need a plan)
Don't play with drugs in your bloodstream (Gonna hold my breath 'til you come back clean)
Just like seventies goofballs He's waiting on last calls Well listen to Method Man Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Born just a little to slow..
Just a little too.. Oh your lights are burning too.. Just a little too.. Oh just a little too..
Cause if he picks up the wrong kind You'll know you'll be turning blind Gun at your head Lay him down just the wrong way You know that he's turning gray Born just a little to slow..
Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Well listen to Method Man
So if you're leavin' him callin' You know you'll be fallin' Lights are burning low Your stars are burnin' gold Lights are burning low. Your stars are burnin' gold
Just like seventies goofballs He's waiting on last calls Well listen to Method Man Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Born just a little to slow..
Just a little too.. Oh your lights are burning too.. Just a little too.. Oh just a little too..
Cause if he picks up the wrong kind You'll know you'll be turning blind Gun at your head Lay him down just the wrong way You know that he's turning gray Born just a little to slow..
Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Well listen to Method Man
So if you're leavin' him callin' You know you'll be fallin' Lights are burning low Your stars are burnin' gold Lights are burning low. Your stars are burnin' gold
Just like seventies goofballs He's waiting on last calls Well listen to Method Man Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Born just a little to slow..
Just a little too.. Oh your lights are burning too.. Just a little too.. Oh just a little too..
Cause if he picks up the wrong kind You'll know you'll be turning blind Gun at your head Lay him down just the wrong way You know that he's turning gray Born just a little to slow..
Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Well listen to Method Man
So if you're leavin' him callin' You know you'll be fallin' Lights are burning low Your stars are burnin' gold Lights are burning low. Your stars are burnin' gold
