Lyrics to Box of Rocks
No if my posse on Broadway, I'm stuck at a red light
lookin' at the gas tank, then I see the gas light
stop at the station, he like, "A yo, why your pants tight?"
I'm like, "It don't matter, shows sell out every damn night".
Then he like, "Damn right, saw the newspaper and it said you had a show, so I guess I see you later"
And I'm like, "Oh, fo sho", front row of the theater
I turn foes to fans, he was tryin' to be a hater
put ten in the tank, had to save the other five
so I could get a Coca-Cola and some cheese fries
I slow it down if you need time 'cause I'm reclinin' in the chair, I be chillin' in my free time
but no spare time, got any spare change?
for arcade games I'm playin' on the airplane
so feel free to rewind, a double back like you got two or three spines
[chorus]:
They sayin' Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
And now they be sayin'
Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie,
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
Finish the fries and yes the fries finished.
Surprised how I get iller every 5 minutes.
My eyes squinted. That's high business. That's my business.
I'm so lazy. I pay a nigga finish my sentence.
I say "can you please." He say "pass me the phone."
Cause I'm a alien. I need to be phonin' home.
And plus I'm hella stoned. Under the umbrella dome.
Make it rain cats and dogs. Baby can I get a bone?
I'm still doin the speed limit and plus 4 it.
25 and I'm doin like 29.
I'm under 21 and sippin on a 40.
I realize that the gas on the bottom line.
And I spent my last 5 on the cheese fries.
Look in the mirror. My reflection telling me be wise.
So I'm kinda tall, and looking for a shorty
With some money so she can get the gas for me.
[chorus]:
They sayin' Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
And now they be sayin'
Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie,
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
Box of Rocks Video:
lookin' at the gas tank, then I see the gas light
stop at the station, he like, "A yo, why your pants tight?"
I'm like, "It don't matter, shows sell out every damn night".
Then he like, "Damn right, saw the newspaper and it said you had a show, so I guess I see you later"
And I'm like, "Oh, fo sho", front row of the theater
I turn foes to fans, he was tryin' to be a hater
put ten in the tank, had to save the other five
so I could get a Coca-Cola and some cheese fries
I slow it down if you need time 'cause I'm reclinin' in the chair, I be chillin' in my free time
but no spare time, got any spare change?
for arcade games I'm playin' on the airplane
so feel free to rewind, a double back like you got two or three spines
[chorus]:
They sayin' Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
And now they be sayin'
Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie,
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
Finish the fries and yes the fries finished.
Surprised how I get iller every 5 minutes.
My eyes squinted. That's high business. That's my business.
I'm so lazy. I pay a nigga finish my sentence.
I say "can you please." He say "pass me the phone."
Cause I'm a alien. I need to be phonin' home.
And plus I'm hella stoned. Under the umbrella dome.
Make it rain cats and dogs. Baby can I get a bone?
I'm still doin the speed limit and plus 4 it.
25 and I'm doin like 29.
I'm under 21 and sippin on a 40.
I realize that the gas on the bottom line.
And I spent my last 5 on the cheese fries.
Look in the mirror. My reflection telling me be wise.
So I'm kinda tall, and looking for a shorty
With some money so she can get the gas for me.
[chorus]:
They sayin' Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
And now they be sayin'
Mr. Mr. Mikey, I'm just tryin' to find out,
sippin' on a ice tea, think you need a time out, homie,
so stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chill
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