The Grouch - Automatic lyrics

[Sample] What a song, what a song to sing And now I'm singing my song Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Reese One] Skimming through my driveway What am I gonna drive today Think I'll peel my old school I want to be fly today T-Shirt, Pumas, fresh cuts and spike belts Keep me out your b**h eyesight she might melt And buddy I don't care if you standing right there If she looking then you lost her, I'm a motherf**ing player Unseen on this scene and my rep runs ahead of me I'm too f**ing clean you better ask about my pedigree If it's a problem let it be I switch moves with the quickness I'm cool but I will stomp you out like it's nobodies business And shoot right up to Melrose Buy myself some shell toes You smudged my Puma n***a, don't nobody out here sell those I'm back on my mission, fishing through the city streets I throw my hand atop my seat and let my Stevie beat A pocket full of chips and no specific destination I'm an independent rapper on a permanent vacation [Hook: Reese One (Basik MC)] Too cool to be hot Too hot to cool off So pull yourself together and wipe the drool off We ain't doing nothing special we was born like this Gon die like this, being fly like this Ohh, I feel so perfect (If you can't feel our drift you'll no longer be asked to ride) (It's automatic, yeah its automatic) [Verse 2: Basik MC] I travel like the movement of a pivot foot, living good Arrive Euro speed vehicle Valet practically tracking me throughout the venue Forced to disrupt me from my menu Told me that modern science won't allow him To know where and how to shift my car out of park, I won't let him out the dark Enclose large bills, between our handshake Made him question his job title Post in front his eye candy, let it idle Boy, I operate in style and grace and courage Within international circles of intrigue I'm not a player boys I live beyond your league Double your outfits price Just from my footwear and no ice Well two fairly small cubes in my lobe I'm rather dashing in these clothes Three flashes as I pose It's fashion I suppose (Ha,ha, It's automatic) So I leave a tramp guessing cuz the spear chuckers out the video is you With them diamonds make a s*ut point you out like Arsenio While we're the reoccurring characters Stop trying to have a speaking role You're an extra in this production sweetie [Hook] Too cool to be hot Too hot to cool off So pull yourself together and wipe the drool off We ain't doing nothing special we was born like this Gon die like this, being fly like this Ohh, I feel so perfect (If you can't feel our drift you'll no longer be asked to ride) (It's automatic, yeah its automatic) Too cool to be hot Too hot to cool off So pull yourself together and wipe the drool off We ain't doing nothing special we was born like this Gon die like this, being fly like this Ohh, I feel so perfect (If you can't feel our drift you'll no longer be asked to ride) (It's automatic, yeah its automatic) [Outro: Basik MC] This is dedicated to the young brothers that got they seat laid back and ain't gon catch a hard attack at the young age of 22 We drink 22's, We look at 22's and co*k them back and look and get at you haters It's so vicious in these streets, you know what I'm saying Evade me, if youre not cool For the cats that don't know how to ? Magic Johnson's Starbucks saying king me, this is dedicated to you You know what I'm saying Cat's that put rims on Bentleys this is dedicated to you You ain't got no cla**, so kiss my a** And I ain't macking, I'm facting You underdig that? Telling you the truth Mr. Chuck Taylor Mr. Floss Angeles We in here tonight Big Grouch