Stuck in Norway

[Verse 1] Okay, we party from country to country with more respect The game with the movement of the hustle The promoting each step Ever since microphones were clinched Drop exclusive for your eardrums You can still smell the stench up in each venue Continue to bring out the wild up in you The doors open, you gonna rush the floor Motivatin', they play you Know a brother from Cali, came out to spread love In the form of music Knockin' like a head does noddin' Unanimous agreement that a brother never left Just misunderstood, step out from the oxy caps Can feel the breath Landed in Norway like, no way I'm really up in this side of the globe Let's let this old player see what happens When an actual intellect rap, yo Walkin' the streets of Oslo, using my headphones as a city map And as a matter of fact The boom-bap still attack The kids comin' up, Lootpack Glad to see you're back, cat Oh shit, that's what's up I acknowledge, give 'em big ups I know when to step it The mind's a true weapon in the right hands The tongue is a caliber When posted up in front of mic stands Come on, my peeps, they grind [Hook] Waitin' to shine on the streets all day Dues been paid, so tired of foreplay Life strugglin', stress jugglin' always Let's see what happens when they let the soul play It's for the best if we progress a little bit Make amends and we break bread a little bit Reflect and take it back, just for a little bit Take time, then we'd all shine a lil' bit Progress a little bit Break bread a little bit Take it back, just for a little bit Then we'd all shine a lil' bit [Verse 2] Fresh off some more frequent flyer mileage A two hour flight to Norway So comfortable, I had to thank the pilot On to the baggage claim To find the airline lost my luggage Forgot to put a nametag, had to turn thuggish They claim it might have mistakenly got shipped off to London Actually, that's my next stop on tour I wondered if I could just pick it up there Swear, if I can't reclaim it A brother might lose his mind Havin' nothing to wear was the last thing I would have expected Stewardess lookin' at me like Calm down, Mr. Brown Don't be so overly affected Cause if we lost it, we'll find it Please give me your tour manager contact And stay open minded Look, it's not about the clothes I got valuables in it The things that my kids gave me for luck That's why I feel offended You tellin' me to remain calm You got your belongings I'm out of luck, as far as I'm concerned We ain't on the same page Until you find and deliver my luggage And that's reality Excuse me if I don't seem open to your hospitality Just get my shit No more words need to be exchanged I'll use discretion next time And book in a more reputable plane [Hook]