Lyric First Day Out
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Aw shit, man, that s the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I m on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It s been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain t naggin
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy s cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can t bitch, the bus don t ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I ll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I ll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She s all prettied up for nothing
I m smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I m chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won t front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She s got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some 52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She s back now and her hair ain t fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain t saying nothing though
I ain t saying nothing bout the funkin ho
What s up bitch, I m ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin home to meet her pops*
"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"
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Aw shit, man, that s the ICP!!!
This is my jam!!!
I m on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw, shit!
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It s been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I ain t naggin
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboy s cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at three"
Can t bitch, the bus don t ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican Village
Take a cab and I ll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I ll be damned
Left my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She s all prettied up for nothing
I m smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I m chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won t front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She s got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some 52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She s back now and her hair ain t fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain t saying nothing though
I ain t saying nothing bout the funkin ho
What s up bitch, I m ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin home to meet her pops*
"So Joe, what is that you do for a living?"
"Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and Springwell. Matter fact, I think I sold
to that fat bitch in the kitchen"
