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No if my posse on Broadway, I'm stuck at a red lightlookin' at the gas tank, then I see the gas lightstop 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 theaterI turn foes to fans, he was tryin' to be a haterput ten in the tank, had to save the other fiveso I could get a Coca-Cola and some cheese friesI slow it down if you need time 'cause I'm reclinin' in the chair, I be chillin' in my free timebut no spare time, got any spare change?for arcade games I'm playin' on the airplaneso 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, homieso stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chillAnd 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 chillFinish 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.Letras de cancionesI'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 shortyWith 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, homieso stay still, I'm 'bout to roll, baby, chill-ay chillAnd 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 From Letras Mania