Dinner Time

[Verse 1: Mikey] What up niggas, how ya'll? It's Mikey, the villain I'm still writin' rhymes but besides that I'm chillin' I'm just posted in the driver's seat of a car in the plane That's flyin' by and I need a guy to come and pilot me because I'm still in my lane. I'm drivin and the tires beat buried under the frame They rollin', I'ma do the same. I gotta keep goin' man I'm on a top tank in a tank top, top billing, can't stop Watching them's like watching paint dry in a room that can't dry Cause it's water drip-droppin' from the floor to the ceiling So, to watch their show, I'ma have to get a boat It's people tryna switch ships but my ship's full Homie and I know wool So if you try to put it over my eyes and pull I can't have that. I learned that from driving school [Hook: x2] We walk around with our hands in our pockets Then we rock boxes like three guys from Hollis And if you got hands then put 'em up Wave 'em around like you just don't give a fuck [Verse 2: Chuck] Yeah, big fish in a small pot Pam spray oil. Pan fry, bake, broil Grill it if you feel it, I'll deliver if you tippin' Get it, got it, great. Great job. Wrong business Paper towel wrappers, aluminum foil package On the corner of the shelf to the left of the cabinets Made me a sandwich, poured me a glass of this Spelled out CHUCK with the refrigerator magnets If it's gon' land on it, put a bit of cash on it Then I'm gon' stand on it Probably fly a flag on it Hands high if you feelin this shit right Right by the book. Two boys on the hook [Hook: x2]