See I come from a time where they didn't put rear view mirrors on passenger sides of vehicles And this is for those that still drink malt liquor Put
Rough, rugged and raw, nobody saw us So I smashed through the windows and dashed with it all Didn't even leave the broken glass Put it all in the van
[Verse 1] What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya So what brings you backstage in this theatre? Oh you're in the crew that plays first I shoulda noticed
Oh they don't know nothin bout no hip hop Look at 'em, look at 'em man Little suburban fucks What the fuck you doin at your shows homie? Don't listen
I swear to God if you fuckers fuck this up for the rest of us you will not get any pudding, none! (Do you wanna know why?) The seventh of September
the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at heart So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off Atmosphere
And then he asked me if he could bring her over to my house And I'm like "What, are you going to fuck her in my den?" Get it to get her [X4] [Verse
The way y'all still rock that talent show style No one's impressed with your extended set Except your idiot friends that you scribbled on the guest list Just to be clear, Atmosphere
Hahaha, yo did you see that? Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade Hahaha [Hook] Women at the bar want to be a star Stop her on the street,
I never really understood a man's jewellery You soon to see me on some Karaoke super freak With a peace sign sweater and some Hammer pants Windows up,
relax Cause these people came to get away from all that Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat But we came to have a good time - now fall back "Atmosphere
Messing with the big Texas Hold 'Em Fools think I'm rich now, I'm always on the road and I no longer play this as much, think I lost touch What's the
groupies to my chauffer New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere
the hands of my thug at heart So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I breathe and shrug it off Atmosphere - the Big Brother's big brothers
Hahaha, yo did you see that? Yo she pushed her cart right into that Escalade Hahaha [Hook] Women at the bar want to be a star Stop her on the street
I never really understood a man's jewellery You soon to see me on some Karaoke super freak With a peace sign sweater and some Hammer pants Windows up
