Mickey Deeze
McD's
Sittin' in the drive-thru wit' my fly-ass crew
Smokin' on a joint, wonderin' just what to do
I yell back to my buddy, "Hey, ya got any green?"
He checks his pockets, and tells me he's got 2 fifteen
We look at the menu, to see just what is written, I spoke up
"Yo dude, you could get 2 McChickens"
MY bro nods his head, like he's comin' correct
So I flow into the speaker, real clear and direct... cuz we're
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If your order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
Out from the D-T onto the street, I'm bumpin' up my system
Pack another bowl to hit it with em' and lift em'
Within a quarter-mile, I cracked a smile, listen up it's worth your while
If I had chosen a double-dose of those I was told I won't go so senile
Persistin' our mission for sleepin' siamese U's
Risin' up like the sun the golden arch is in view
On an even keel in my wonderin' mind with these legs that I cannot feel
I can tell from the smell of the swine, for I knew that the mother fucker must be near
Through the haze it was clear, the little message in the mirror, read the
Five-O in the rear is closer than he appears
I'm thinkin' of the shit I'm in sittin' next to blue on patrol
But he wants a number nine Super-Size and get it to go... cuz we're
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
I got a rumble and tumble in my intestinal jungle
Gotta make a move and groove and try to smooth out the struggle
My innards are grindin', and it's providin' the friction, so I'm
Lickin' and stickin' to my McChicken addiction...
Then I holla to my homie, can you read the special on the sign, he said
"Sure, 20 nuggets, only three ninety-nine"
She asked if I want sauce, my belly ached and throbbed, I said
"Gimme all you can without losin' your job"
Cuz we're
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
Sittin' in the drive-thru wit' my fly-ass crew
Smokin' on a joint, wonderin' just what to do
I yell back to my buddy, "Hey, ya got any green?"
He checks his pockets, and tells me he's got 2 fifteen
We look at the menu, to see just what is written, I spoke up
"Yo dude, you could get 2 McChickens"
MY bro nods his head, like he's comin' correct
So I flow into the speaker, real clear and direct... cuz we're
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If your order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
Out from the D-T onto the street, I'm bumpin' up my system
Pack another bowl to hit it with em' and lift em'
Within a quarter-mile, I cracked a smile, listen up it's worth your while
If I had chosen a double-dose of those I was told I won't go so senile
Persistin' our mission for sleepin' siamese U's
Risin' up like the sun the golden arch is in view
On an even keel in my wonderin' mind with these legs that I cannot feel
I can tell from the smell of the swine, for I knew that the mother fucker must be near
Through the haze it was clear, the little message in the mirror, read the
Five-O in the rear is closer than he appears
I'm thinkin' of the shit I'm in sittin' next to blue on patrol
But he wants a number nine Super-Size and get it to go... cuz we're
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
I got a rumble and tumble in my intestinal jungle
Gotta make a move and groove and try to smooth out the struggle
My innards are grindin', and it's providin' the friction, so I'm
Lickin' and stickin' to my McChicken addiction...
Then I holla to my homie, can you read the special on the sign, he said
"Sure, 20 nuggets, only three ninety-nine"
She asked if I want sauce, my belly ached and throbbed, I said
"Gimme all you can without losin' your job"
Cuz we're
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
Chillin' here at Mickey D's
Smokin' with the local police
If you're order is correct on the screen
Your total comes to Two Fifteen
Credits
Writer(s): Bram Olson
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