[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 pa** the am I cool enough test b**h 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 f**in' bucks They ain't even got a band and the DJ f**in' s**s That techno gets old in a minute I'm tryin' to dance to sh** 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 [Hook] Cause I've been around for many long days And ain't nobody gone change my ways yeh 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 Tryin'a be the cool table up at high school lunch Well if that sh**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 [Hook] x1 (crowd Interval) Y'all still wit me, y'all wit me, y'all good? That's good man I know its early a lotta times On early People ain't drunk yet I know some of you f**ing degenerates been drunk since noon But we gonna start it off just to make sure y'all wit me Just to make sure we gone do a little participation sh** Somebody say yeeee A say yeeeeheh A say yeeeheh A say yeeeheh A say yeah A say yeah (Back To Business) Alright we gonna do some rap sh** [Verse 3] Uh Eh yo 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 mother f**er you seen in your life Musical Swiss army knife Son I rock mics, beats and f**in' 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 MC's like its home economics b*atch And that's a tasty cake Sweetened up by all the flakes we bake Motherf**er I wild on stage like I'm Zack De La Rocha And if you don't like it get a cat into polka