Exile - Director's Cut lyrics

Star of the first scene Shoot to the next scene and cut We're going where the action is [Verse 1: Psychosiz] When the sunset hits The Sunset strip Mild mannered Michael Becomes Psychosiz Five Six Two One Three Two Three One Oh, believe I'm in L.A Where I'm supposed to be Catch me in the PJs In my PJs Where the white tees Is longer than the hoodrats' nighties And nightly sh** gets grimy (PAUSE) When they cross colors and get they clap on Like it's the 90s But it's not though Switching the spot Catch me at Lucy's Copping some tacos In the parking lot after dark Chillin' with the vatos Like nah homes Them is not yo' nachos But we can throw your sister in the whip Cause a n***a fistna' dip f** dinner and a flick It's 3:30 And I'm chillin' with a b**h Like we got a connection I can feel it in my dick (SKIP) Past the luxury parlor f**ery hour I ain't even catch her name What should we call her An extra And that's as hard as it gets (STOP) Any (w)rap party I'm the star of the set Star of the first scene Shoot to the next scene and cut We're going where the action is [Verse 2: Lyraflip] If your fitted cap's Sitting back Over your do rag Don't trip homie Cause yo' You can do that The hood is gon' remember Like they putting on your sister That the Fish bring the fire Like they put in on a swisher [Verse 3: Dumbfoundead] I got me a club card Got me a ghetto pa** Don't leave home without it If you plan on getting blasted Bleeding sleeveless drunk Echo Park punk gigs To the Westside scene kids Wearing neon green kicks Star Trek Neptunes Klingon jean fits T-shirts Reverb On overdone screen prints Everybody's been there Done that scene once Backyard bangers Booties shakin' to G-Funk Swiggin' on 40s To sippin' on Chardonnay Made my rounds Gave daps Hugged b**hes And parted ways To the Do-Over Root Down And Low End Theory Clearly young people envy me And grown men fear me From point A to point B I ain't enjoy A So I joined B Point being Whose gonna' join me Fade to the next scene Faded as SP House party High-top fade ‘Til your head bleeds You get me This is L.A More than a weekend Open up the doors Let the foreigners sneak in This is Thirsty Fish Exploring the deep end Keep it poppin' Theatre hoppin' As soon as the scene ends Star of the first scene Shoot to the next scene and cut We're going where the action is [Verse 4: VerBS] If your pants all tight Then that's alright We gon' make sure All y'all n***as Dance all night When they at the door hatin' On your underage friend The Fish is fistna' get scene ravin' [Verse 5: Open Mike Eagle] I done rocked ridiculous art shows With pompous hipsters in sharp clothes Hocking apocalypses in charcoal That's art And misogynistic spoken word So absurd The Frida Kahlo posters Turn themselves away in shame Bare-footed lame Bohemians tell the same Old stories of how they was lonely And held away the pain Like She was my sun moon and stars With a hippie plucking grooves On a blues guitar Now all the scenesters wanna' leave For a decent priced Hooka bar Then we come through singing Like Jesus Christ Superstar Y'all turning water into wine No the opposite Cause we can turn an open bar waitress To an octopus And make sophistocrats Reach into they pocketbooks To purchase something other than bu*tons And philosophic books And what do you know They hollering out for more When we bounce The crackticity follows us out the door Star of the first scene Shoot to the next scene and cut We're going where the action is [Verse 6: Rogue Venom] Whether you on some baller tip Or tryna' buy the bar To impress the broad you with Less she calls it quits When you try to hit somethin' And all you gets nothin' Water in your whip thumpin' Keeping sh** jumpin' Star of the first scene Shoot to the next scene and cut We're going where the action is Star Shoot Cut