Iced Tea

[Intro] [Verse 1: Shmandarin] Hopped in the Impala to pick up my dude If you don't bring a friend then that's just rude Taking a trip up to the gas station Noticing the effects of hyper inflation We'll walk in there and head to the cooler So much class like we're Ferris Bueller Arnold Palmer, Golden Bear, big ass cans We'll buy so many we can't fit them in our hands [Hook: Shmandarin] Sipping on that iced tea, that's what we do Driving down 46 to chill with the crew Party in the Jeep or Impala, it doesn't matter I'll be sipping on that iced tea [Verse 2: J-Smooth] So I hopped in the whip, copped a $1.06 iced tea Likely the crew, they reside right beside me High speeds, seeing double vision like a siamese Damn right say "Christ, he flows quite nicely!" Crushing cans like I crush them faces at a fight scene Arizona tea while I'm scheming about my pipe dreams More flavors than a kiddie truck that's full of ice-cream I'm at cha, getting all up in your ass like a bike seat [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Shmandarin] Like pulling magic out of a snapback The J-Smooth and Shmandy combo is back A better combination than iced tea and lemonade A way better sensation than getting paid You can't beat a big can for 99 cents Are you getting what I'm saying, ladies and gents? I can go for another Golden Bear Let's take another trip up to Country Fair [Hook x2] [Final Verse: J-Smooth] What? I'm the opposite of abstinent More than adequate rapper and I am passionate Master of assonance, rhyming is my undergraduate I'm adamant and hungry as a pack of black Africans I stand alone like a boat with no sail I flow as hard as a 10 on moh's scale Punks stuck in a deep rut, they slow snail I'm building sand castles with a shovel and no pail [Hook x2] [Outro]