[Intro]   ”Where we at?”   “Ft. Lauderdale… one of the seediest towns in the country. It's gross. Sex shops galore.”   “You like it?”   “I feel right at home.”      [Chorus]   Hey, city to city    Hey, one shot tonight (one shot tonight, y'all)   Hey, city to city    Hey, one shot tonight      (Toothpick)       And I stop when I couldn't go   Feet are deep, go pop when I hear da flow   I'd roll with my sock cause I slide down   Lie down in the back with the top down   Relax any place that I might go   Tight flow, and I'll leave with the right ho   Back down when it come to the quick draw   Act out, cut rhymes like a jigsaw   Big dog line up on the front line   Insane, smoke weed in the daytime   Take mine, waste time in the bus back   Roll up with a philly and a dub sack   Know that this cat got a attitude   Show up, how I do what I gotta do   And it's all for the love of the game, see?   I stand tall and this shit don't change me.       [Chorus]      Time zones, area codes, and clones   Truckstops and microphones   And there ain't enough free petrone   To make a motel feel like home   When you got none      I can't stop when I'm in demand   I go x-out, AWOL, and back again   We stand stuck to the plan   I grew up from a mixed up kid   To mixed up kid with a van      Banned in several places   Pissed off dad's in several cases   Pissed off fans on the Net   Talking shit that we changed   But never show their faces      And if you want out, lookee, now is your chance   Otherwise put that little finger back in your pants   'Cause we ain't gonna stop. I know where I am:   Putting miles on this fucking van   Come on       [Chorus]      The rubber hit the ground   The kid was never crowned   I'm looking at the shit   That's ahead of me now      I got my head high   Mind higher   Flipping off the world   Before I jump in the fire      I got a hand in my pocket   One's full of arrest; stop to get comfortable   I sleep with the sunrise, blue skies,   A pair of sunglasses, and bloodshot eyes      I've been to the Roseland and the truth   I'm probably even playin' in your living room   I trashed all your treasures, drank your mom's gin,   Fucked your girlfriend, and I'll do it again.       [Chorus]