Counting Crows - Introduction to sullivan street lyrics

[Verse 1: ~Mickey Rocks~] It's Mike, say what up to Chuck Everything's on the up and up Up-and-comin' cup comin' from the cup Cut from the same cloth, from the hands of a champion You cut from the cloth that a bum wipes his hands with After a little yard work and a sandwhich, I'm jammin' This is what you get when you piss me off New kids, get against the wall Schoolin' n***as like this the bat and Mr. Ball Take a snooze, look n***a, if you miss the ball It's twenty laps, back-to-back, courtesy of Coach Mikey And I'm blowin' the whistle on b**h n***as wearin' Nikes Reeboks, Adidas - let's get this sh** clear like elitists I was the dude in school, didn't play sports But was still poppin' all the cheerleaders What's poppin? You don't need the legs of a cheetah Just to run your mouth Kicking all that riff-raff And my wallet fold out like a fold-out couch With a couple half-dollars and a two-dollar bill Extinct money, so you know we do it for real I think money, fish on a bike with wheels [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Hundred-billion-dollar-finned dollar fish In and take a shrimp, I'm a shark to you squids, sh** You heard what they did to that squid at that party? Had these hammerhead sharks, turned him into calamari Sat him next to some rice, with a lemon and an orange Pour a gla** of the water, I'm a finish what I started Mouth cleaners, barracudas, n***a's tuna in the water And the Cool Kids, babble like we poot'ed in the water Clean-plate club like a muh'f**er, mother duck I'm a throw a father in the scene like a father's- Day child-support payment to his mom, bu*ter knives Get the Jelly-Jam Jerry for you tongues Chuck is wiped out, n***as know when I'm on, stop listen Hearing new different pages of my big brown "How to Eat a Turkey When You Running Out of Breath" But what's left, me and Mikey got an album full of piff