Chuck Inglish
Beep Beep
[Verse 1: Rob A]
You can bet I'm rolling deep, like Adele
Ain't in a Jeep, or an Excel
Most likely in that '96 Eldorado
Getting way too high, and yeah, Bro, I know
I gotta drive soon
But now I'm in that dry blue
Diamante VR-X
'04, now what you're seeing next
Is my mom's Malibu
Who you know who's this cool?
Cruising real slow
'Cause mine hit the back of a 'Blazer
But I'm still blazing
Music so loud, can't hear what you're saying
Weed so loud that you better get a chaser
You gon' be coughing, Man

[Verse 2: Rob A]
You know I'm in my Answers, please no questions
You know I want a dancer, and her best friend
She's gotta be a master, even with the hand shit
I hope she's got her masters, give brain like Stanford
And you still wonder who's the master?
Listen kid, don't spit shit or I'll son you like Sanford
Man I'm getting off topic
I'm sorry, If I'm gonna be honest
With the weed I get lost in
My train of thought and
I can't get back on track
188, it's the Amtrak crash
Rob, it's just too soon
So let's just do some who's who's
I be the cool dude from the new new school
You be the fools who the fools look down on
Get your frown on
Even if you got your clown on
You wouldn't get noticed
You're so bogus

(Tell 'em
It's the R to the O-B)