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Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky %#@!)


Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I'm open like a barndoor

Beer bottle cap, put 'em in the floor
Set 'em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like ? with Travis

Eat it up, beat it up ? atlas
Where should I go? Put 'em in a cereal bowl
In Alabama, then I holler out ?Cheerio?

Look at that %#@!, ? like elastic
And let it go like a mac ?
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I'm seeing Patrick

Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat (*##$
Ooo got to have it

(boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
On a pekingese (*##$, go go gadget
(Owh) I'm all the way from the gutter

Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah

? well, that'd be the day
Put you up %#@! creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side

Holler at you homie
What's the matter with you babe?


Hook:
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom

American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that's some funky %#@!)

(Oh my god, that's some funky %#@!)
(Oh my god, that's some funky %#@!)
Oh my god, that's some funky %#@!


And I'm a Beastie Boy
? and a bowl cut

Skater when a skater wasn't cool
When it was just, ?so what? $#&@ you dude?
Well $#&@ you too

? with a backpack
I'll bust your fruit
I'm all about constructing my paper

Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer's Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow

I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow

Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I'll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack

So hit a drumroll, I'll jump in like a jump rope
Watch
Acapella like an elevator ?

While the operator labeled my $#&@ing high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I'm scotch
You would've thought, it was written

But it's not
Rag hanging out them ? jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings

And momma don't you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans


[Hook:]


Yeah, why stop now?
Put 'em in the trunk
Let 'em feel the sound

That they don't pop it
Let 'em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat

I don't walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn't you though? Don't lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods

Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
$#&@ 'em all, I'm right above 'em all
But you could butt talk, if a ? fall
Out with a mother$#&@er with a sluggish crawl

Chug till I can't chug at all
Not a frat boy, I'm a rap boy
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls

Cause mother's got a switch
Yeah, she's a wolf too
That makes me a son of a (*##$

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