Aloe Blacc - 5¢ Red Rum lyrics

[Hook: Aloe Blacc] I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need Hey hey Well I need a dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need Hey hey And I said I need dollar dollar, a dollar is what I need And if I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me [Verse 1: Voraciously Vile] Readin 911 on the richter scale Best call the cops, cuz I'm about to make it hail Think the world may be ending? I think the mayans failed So no needs for a die hard fire sale Boy goosebumped and pale, like paper covered in braille His minds must be off track, like train slipped off the rail Impaled entrails all I leave in my tracks Retail whale cuz they got fat fuels on they backs You lack stacked attacks, no vision cataracts I lack a condum sack, but dont pull out like barrack in iraq Retract what I be saying? Never I'll always come back around stormy weather Since I was a school kid smashin the teather Balls the wall, never falls, I float like a feather Or like a bu*terfly, stinging like a bee Similar to ali I'm the greatest there will ever be Detest me, arrest me, or try to impress me See your fleeting testaments dont even duress me Talkin bout my childhood, but no I'm not childish Hes always lookin fresh, but me I'm not so stylish Im guilish, so to make up for my shortcomings I win as an underdog, like an american cool runnings Ba** drumming, beat thumping Back to the beat, no time for twiddle thumbing Live dummy, politician with no ventriloquist Smell yummy, hotty wearing vanilla mist Hard to resist, like an eye cyst leaving me in listlessness Transist her 360 like bob burnquist Kickflip to an ollie cops can't stood me Pop two more at four then move onto dock three See riding ain't runnin so I keeps on coasting Making the mosty as I mozy Thru the rows rows rows of boats gently down this cement stream [Verse 2: Voraciously Vile] Bout to disinfect all you white heads Lice-All Some said he would fail some said he would fall But he gets back up, cuz fallin ain't so bad when you not so tall Scrawl, engraving his name in raps wall Writes evil in blood, like his name scrambled on the wall of the hall Enthralled that someday he might make a shining Nickel-son A coke and some red rum would really tickle my pickle hun Words spray like a twelve gauge shotgun give it to everyone, never ficklin And my wick glow like a million candle light show Bring hoes, last you seen her she was walking thru my door Now its 5 to the 3-0 Dont wanna disturb the her kids so I climb out the window She hate to see me leave but thats the life of a widow Although hell hath no fury like a woman scorned You must watch out for those with the red triangle tramp stamp adorned Be warned, the results are not pretty These women can make webs, like I can make lyrics witty If your having trouble comprehending Please consult your local dictionary to a**ist thee