What Do You Do (Feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

This tambourine Shake her Man, I think I'm Eric Andre Man, I think I'm Louis C K Man, I think so therefore I am Man, It's 8 AM Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes My brother one of the only ones I can confide in It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in I toot my horn, I blow my bugle I recycle, I say free beluga whales on YouTube What do you do Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin But down the slope in my toboggan Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring Still at it The drug absorbent, endorphin addict The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet I know a bitch will let you fuck her for coachella passes Oh so pompous the ambiance You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on If she got that stank puss then I won't be long Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands White American, hotter from the aryan New Tibetan, he hated when you stare at him Jumping in the jacuzzi on say I fuck with you the long way I love you more than Kanye love Kanye Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers I'm in the suburbs doing drive by's on Razor scooters It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of light It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights I'm in doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4 Get high, fucking with the Tech Deck Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats Hey look, when I tell you this I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash Oh yea Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds Let me off at the top, hey motherfucker shut your fuckin' mouth Yaaa