歌詞: 311. ETSD 1. Tribute.

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
not the possums playing dead messing with my head
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of game
for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Gone already
to the bored of it all type lingo that I'm seein'
every single night I'm out
bustin' head for it
but yours gets busted right back, lip split and
I messed up
but I got back tryin, don't bother lyin bout
constant disappointment
but the fun is in the hunt
so quit actin on a front, yeah
you're unmotivated, you're sorta faded
but the remedy is not so get on with what you got

Remember "Lady of Guadeloupe"
the times mother made mole and
after mass we would get home
the girls running to the phone
and in my bedroom, the 45 on my record player was
"we're in this love together"
at the time I never realized how songs
haunted the ones that I heard, I played because I wanted
drawing on my wall from time to time coolin'
making creatures come alive with no schoolin'

When I'm on the microphone
the method that I make is much patience
the method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue
in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude
boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy
I tell ya, this is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
but then again there's no one who has as much fun
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of game
for years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
he would never bet on a longshot
and he'd never bet on a break and
he's condescending and talks gossip galore
but the dude was definently such a bore, hear me now
I messed up
but I got back tryin, dont bother lyin bout
constant disappointment
but the fun is in the hunt
so quit actin on a front, yeah
you're unmotivated, you're sorta faded
but the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

Time travelin through my memories
there's a younger Doug gazin' at the galaxy
space trippin' vato of the stars
searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars
ode to an alien, I know you're out there
cosmic lonely heart, tell me if you care
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground

When I'm on the microphone
the method that I make is much patience
the method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
in comin' in hot forgot, you definently got no clue
in comin' in hot you got, you definently got so rude
boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy
I tell ya, this is a tribute

I'm vexing many mofos but i'm wishing you the best
I keep bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest
cause fly on by, you can if you want to
the method that makes sense is patience