Jukebox (Unplugged)

Lyrics

[Intro] Shit this songs called Jukebox [Verse 1] My favourite hobby is drinking alcohol But if y'all goin' to the club I ain't goin out with y'all I ain't tryin' to get nicely dressed At the door tryin' to pass the am I cool enough test Bitch, I got my Vans on and they look like sneakers And they won't let my clique in 'cause we look like tweakers They want twenty five fuckin' bucks They ain't even got a band and the DJ fuckin' sucks That techno gets old in a minute I'm tryin' to dance to shit that's got soul in it It's the same beat all night, kid And even when I'm on ecstasy I still don't like it So take me to a place where I can drink like a savage Where people are ugly and beer prices are average I know I sound like an old man But if y'all goin to the club I'm stayin' home, fam [Chorus] 'Cause I've been around for many long days And ain't nobody gone change my ways, yeah Hey Mr. Driver Take me where that old jukebox plays [Verse 2] Now I ain't talkin' all clubs but I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch Tryna be the cool table up at high school lunch Well, if that shit's cool you can call me a nerd Marching band, chess team, that's my word I'd rather get held back at the door When one beer is the price of a twelve pack at the store, and uh I love it here in the home of the Lakers But it's Hollywood, it's a whole lotta fakers And I would rather drink a whole lotta Makers And roll to the crib with a bowl or some papers And sit back with the long neck spittin' How do you think my songs get written? After that you can catch me at the local bar Gettin' loud and obnoxious like my vocals are I know i sound like an old man But if y'all goin' to the club i'm stayin' home, fam [Chorus] 'Cause I've been around for many long days And ain't nobody gone change my ways, yeah Hey Mr. Driver Take me where that old jukebox plays [Interlude] Y'all still wit' me, y'all wit' me, y'all good? That's good, man, I know it's early a lot of times On early People ain't drunk yet I know some of you fucking degenerates been drunk since noon But we gonna start it off just to make sure y'all wit' me Just to make sure we gon' do a little participation shit Somebody say yeah A say yeah A say yeah A say yeah A say yeah A say yeah Alright, we gonna do some rap shit [Verse 3] Uh, ayo You can come and see me for the flow or the style Either way I make the show worth your while I'm the most versatile motherfucker you seen in your life Musical Swiss army knife Son, I rock mics, beats and fuckin' acoustics Wax, I make fire like the rubbin' of two sticks Cats bring beef like the oven at Ruth's Chris But they don't bring heat, they just come with excuses I stand tall, other rappers should get stilts Or better yet just stop rappin' and knit quilts In the dome is the chronic And i'm cooking emcees like it's home economics, biatch And that's a tasty cake Sweetened up by all the flakes we bake Motherfucker, I wild on stage like I'm Zack de la Rocha And if you don't like it get a cat into polka