I'm cruisin, I'm losin money on gas

I pass a car with a star in it, I stare

For a minute, but that's the limit

Otherwise gas won't be the only thing

I'm losin' money too...ooh wee! It's

Tuesday, two days after the weekend

Imagine if the weekend was a day for

Weak minded men - anyway

I re-take my train of thought, I bought

a fat sack and I'm happy cause I got nappy

Soldiers in my crew, ya through, if

You don't learn so I learnt, that I'm burnt

I ran into my homie, yeah wassup?

At least I thought he was, but then I caught

the buzz that he was talkin behind my back

From his girl, ain't that Earl? For

Those who can't feel me, Earl means wack

In fact, I had that problem a few times

But I'll just splurge it in a new rhyme, then forget it

Maybe I'll split it in half, or laugh like this...

Ha ha ha... can u feel me?



I faked the funk, and conversated without a doubt

He was a chump, but with clout, I ended my route

at the liquor store and I tried to

buy a Guiness Stout, but I remembered it was nasty

But fools drink it cause it's a hip-hop classy

You can miss me with that trendy drink

Cause they, all make your breath stink, plus

death is linked to all alcohol that Arabians won't let you buy

they keep tellin me my identification is a lie

Why would I, put my face on plastic and in the space

where it says birthdate put