Artist: Atmosphere Album: The Family Sign Song: Millennium Dodo Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Slug] I only act like an asshole Why don't y'all stand back, let the man grow? I can't tell what town this is But I know that bill was a counterfeit Hey bartender, bump a top jar I gotta think about where to dump this cop's car I'm too slick, so fuck your bullshit I'm cooling in the corner with my custom pool stick My grand-dad must have played the jazz When I bleed you hear my heartbeat snap All around the world, it's the same bar Wishing that the jukebox had some Gang Starr State to state, I chase fate But my stereo ate all my favorite tapes So baby doll you better straighten up the attitude or you ain't gon' make it with me all the way to Baton Rouge Call her mama, she make the milk pour on ninety-four, too high to read the billboard Got a room at the best Western The guy at the front desk look like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door and lay a towel down Y'all run around to figure out what it's all about while I try to find a cure for this cottonmouth I keep track of the miles I run But read the flask that say Southside Son Took a sip through the hole of my ski mask Roll till we get to the burbs for the cheap gas Speed past, millennium dodo I got my own lane, I don't wait for the popo So order up another plate of oysters You talk so much, you making my voice hurt Dental floss inside of the glove box Radio locked onto classic rock With the mirrorball, escape from New York style Double parked outside of the courthouse The windchill got a big old butt My breath fog all the windows up Take a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and then spank the state lines Never make this mountain move Nah, you're bound to lose But I knew that I could count on you Next round's on you (is that you?) Wash my sins off in the rain Caught this fish now light that flame I only claim what's in my veins That's my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till they slash the price 'fore you catch a life But we can spend half the night with the dashboard light (is that right?) I'm just saying, if it's all a game you can hang your pain in the hall of fame Don't make me explain That's my crown and that's my name The pick pockets call me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some magic water You might know me as Jacob and Malcolm's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter It's like that y'all (it's all right maybe)