Hey papi, hey ese, hey white boy Tell me what you need What's good? Talk to me, worth with me, man I got everything
Am I speeding up, or slowing down? On the ground, rolling 'round Arrest me, I could use the food Is this a afterparty or a funeral? I get the two confused My life goes sort of like yours does But funny, and more drunk An enormous performance with appointed lawyers And all the kids on the corners all singing the chorus
Hey brother, hey player, hey white boy Tell me what you need That smoke, that diesel, that fishscale, man I got everything
You guys, aww, you shouldn't have I already took enough I must be breaking records, someone look it up Honest, officer, I'm at a loss for words I'm not so sure why the thought occurred You're not the prostitute I thought you were Now there's one for my biographer The poor stenographer, reporters and photographers Security guards are birdwatching on the monitors "Let me do the talking," said the voice in my head So I let that voice make the choices instead Now sometimes the shepherd leads the sheep to death Well, I'm almost to my place if I can reach my steps
Hey papi, hey ese, hey white boy Tell me what you need What's good? Talk to me, work with me, man I got everything
Hey brother, hey player, hey white boy Tell me what you need That smoke, that diesel, that fishscale, man I got everything, yeah!