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[intro]
Let's head into the ford taurus
and cruise around the streets
for a little bit

[Chorus]
Yo, we cruisin', Yeah, we cruisin'
Yo, we cruisin' down the streets

They say that if it works, don't fix it
Go against the law, might get a bit risky
No offence to y'all, but I feel a bit gifted
So I think my odds are about 50-50, crispy
Ok, Corral we about to put it down
Take a ten turn around, go and pull your pistols out
But what is this about, all these grenades and handguns
Magnuss ver Magnusson strong set of hands son

He leans back from his desk
Rubs the back of his neck
The stress takes effect
Grips the bridge of his nose
Squints while he's showing emotion he normally won't
At 56, he re-evaluates, possibly regretting some decisions that he's made
Black is turning Grey, patches of his age
Reflecting from the glasses a pass of every page

I'm nice right now, man
I-I feel good
If you have a drink
Would you please put it in the air?

That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it
I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
Drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all I need

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth]
You're in deep water now pal don't foul out Pau
Pow pow down south how now brown cow
Loud mouth shout shout had to knock him out, Ciao
Bail him out now just put it on my Loud account
Steve Riff needs this, never will I back down
Sleep this, breathe this, never wear me out, clown
Read lips, she licks, tryna pull my trous' down

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Yo they thought I made a million dollars off I Love College
Got a model, full ride them then retire to Bahamas
I probably should've, my goodness, no idea what I have put up with
Bunch of lame excuses from the suits up in the music biz
Listen to what Q-Tip said, "game it be the shadiest"
Keepers at the gate, what it take for you to play my shit?
I've been super patient, watching dudes get in my lane

[Verse 1]
Use the eyes of the owl
(theres a foul batch)
The sour patch kids got me out of wack
And out of gas
The hour glass spills as im left on the vasey without a vest
Lost my train of thought
My brain can not be bought

Summertime, blue skies
Feel the breeze, blowing trees
And it feels good, so good
Like it should, can you feel it too?

Summer sand, sun and tanned
Feeling like a 100 grand
Underpants up in france

[Asher Roth]
Yo, I got a question (What's that?)
What's a rapper look like?
Is he tan? Is he black? White?
Is he blacked out, high on the crack pipe?
Or more the cats that'll ride on the half-pipe?
Don't want to act like I know about the rap type
Cause matter of fact I can't grasp who rap likes