[Verse 1]
My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean liner ship

She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was going down

Told him I pick him up so we could drive around
Took the Dodge Dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but I needed one more

Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks
Drove down the belt, got on the conduit

Came to a toll, and paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest

Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye

A man with a sombrero who was 4 feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat

El segundo, he said, my name is Pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation

He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, señor, as I start up the motor
Ali said damn, Tip, why you drive so far for


Well describe to me what the wallet looks like


[Verse 2]
Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub

It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and I ate em

Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch

Ali said: pay for lunch, so I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there

Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed
Yo Tip man, you got what you need

I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet I forget


It was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
It had my jimmy hats, I gotta get it man


[Verse 3]
Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, Ali starts to curse me

I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was northeast bound

Jetting on down at the speed of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack

490 Madison, we're here, Sha
He said, "all right, Tip, see you tomorrow
Thinking about the past week, the last week

Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in the car and torped to the shack
Of Shaheed, we gotta go back when he said

Why, I said we gotta go
Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo