Letras:
At The Drive In Pick Pocket

In the humble stence of nativity hummed the smell of television snow a faint S.O.S. flickering riding on the coattails of their ground zero neighborhood

In the humble stence of nativity hummed the smell of television snow a faint S.O.S. flickering riding on the coattails of their ground zero neighborhood

suing the courts Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

a guitar picked up in the mix i committed to the licks like a nickel back of tricks well look at me now look at me now look at me now, now, now, now

NEIGHBOURHOOD PICK-POCKET NO AFRAID FI TALK IT Verse1: NOW HOLE HEAP A POCKET WEH HIM ROB A HOLE HEAP A PEOPLE HIM PICK HIM PICK BILL FILD, MONEY BAG

now! Yeah holler, I got 20 bucks and I don't give a fuck, A pretty country girl and a pick up truck yeah. That's what we on now! Doller at che. Yea. When

t mad at you, player, if you're car is loud Show these motherf*** what you all about You got style, like to drive fast and wild? Pick the girls with the

on now Yeah, holler, I got 20 bucks And I don't give a fuck A pretty country girl And a pick up truck, yeah That's what we on now Doller at che, yeah

go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE! (Whoo, Kiiiiiiiid!) [Joe Budden] Look at ya man look back at