Mat Lee - Don't Get Me Started lyrics

I'm flipping, dipping, tripping outside Got hands in my pockets and I don't know why While I stroll down the street can't sag my pants Laid back walk into my B Boy stance I'm flipping, dipping, tripping outside Got hands in my pockets and I don't know why While I stroll down the street can't sag my pants Laid back walk into my B Boy stance I drank bra** monkey back when I was twelve I didn't really like it so back on the shelf Pull Jameson whiskey straight out the bottle I'll kick it root down with my hangover tomorrow That straight Sabotaged plans for the day And MC hammer said that's why we pray There's only one question on my mind still What's the time? Yo it's time to get ill! Got pulled over still actin chill Handed the cop my license to ill He said oh snap I didn't recognize you Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him I'm flipping dipping tripping outside Got hands in my pockets and I don't know why While I stroll down the street can't sag my pants Laid back walk into my B Boy stance Now y'all know me I be writing rhymes daily I gave three albums away now pay me So many styles you're barely finishing I kick it old school like the young aborigines I might let it get a little artsy While I fight for my right to cry at my party Eyes glazed over looking all shook and its Because I ain't slept since Brooklyn Hello Nasty now check ya head Packing that bop gun heater instead It's Paul's Boutique in a bad situation Which is why i practice ill communication That straight Sabotaged plans for the day MC hammer said that's why we pray Only one question on my mind still What's the time? Yo it's time to get ill! Got pulled over still actin chill Handed the cop my license to ill He said oh snap I didn't recognize you Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him I'm flipping dipping tripping outside Got hands in my pockets and I don't know why While I stroll down the street can't sag my pants Laid back walk into my B Boy stance I'm flipping dipping tripping outside Got hands in my pockets and I don't know why While I stroll down the street can't sag my pants Laid back walk into my B Boy stance On the internet these people like to argue Creepy little sheep mixed in a Polly Wog Stew Find me on Google because my Ad Rocks And I got Hot Sauce Committee for these bland tots The hills have eyes all spun out and ruthless As the world turns for the Young and the Useless That gets me Rock Hard drawing with chalk Blue ball bored, blacked out from our little talk And then there's rainbows, give chase And follow the same bros who got lost trying to train doe's No wait, that's not how the saying goes To the five boroughs waiting on the painted snow I choose sedate mode when I debate lightweight foes And I'm sorry doesn't cut it for the ninth gate shows I'm not here to tease your voice but Pour out some liquor for the Beastie Boys I'm flipping dipping tripping outside Got hands in my pockets and I don't know why While I stroll down the street can't sag my pants Laid back walk into my B Boy stance Got pulled over still actin chill Handed the cop my license to ill He said oh snap I didn't recognize you Mat Lee rolling solo so I had to hypnotize him