Passive Aggressive Lyrics

I'm a nicely zooted new car owner, and I'm somewhat convolutedbecause I'm living in a comaI render those useless who pinch off my trim,Your light they are on but your lights they are dimI got the bushmill shots and cops that give me propsI got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts.Having fun with my gun, son, its always loaded and the FLCis raw y'all not candy coated.Cooling on the blockWith my case of Rolling RockThinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knotcause you know we love to get down and party with the big boysThey asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choiceI love you people and my boys love you too,So fuck the king of beers this ones for you.So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"the FLC with the mucho grande styleYou know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fixa man when eh's broke. You know you can't max if you don't paythe tax and you can't wax the man if you choke.You know the funk I drop is wild just like Aretha beltin',My shit is going fast, so get your second helping,My brain cells are dying, young women are crying,but I keep on trying,Like my man Jack Ryan.You see my man is in my face as if he has been drinkingThey say that he needs space but I know what he is thinkingWe have a common bond the fact we all get liftedThe rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat giftedIts the Fun Lovin' Criminal out to representI know its tough being hard and politically correctSo if grunts from stunts is what you want say, "ow"the FLC with the mucho grande styleYou know you can't boom with a bullshit system and you can't fixa man when he's broke. You know you can't max if you don't paythe tax and you can't wax the man if you choke.