Passive Aggressive - Fun Lovin' Criminals

I’m a nicely zooted new car owner, and I’m somewhat convoluted

Because I’m living in a coma

I render those useless who pinch off my trim

Your light they are on but your lights they are dim

I got the bushmill shots, and cops that give me props

I got the Motts, Spike, I got the Motts

Having fun with my gun, son, it’s always loaded and the flc

Is raw y’all not candy coated

Cooling on the block

With my case of Rolling Rock

Thinking up the schemes to get ourselves the knot

Cause you know we love to get down and party with the big boys

They asked me to be mayor, and if I had a choice

I 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 style

You know you can’t boom with a bullshit system and you can’t fix

A man when he’s broke.

You know you can’t max if you don’t pay

The 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 fae as if he has been drinking

They say that he needs space but I know what he is thinking

We have a common bond the fact we all get lifted

The rocks that hit our head have left us somewhat gifted

Its the Fun Lovin' Criminal out to represent

I know it’s tough being hard and politically correct

So if grunts from stunts is what you want say, «ow»

The flc with the mucho grande style

You know you can’t boom with a bullshit system and you can’t fix

A man when he’s broke.

You know you can’t max if you don’t pay

The tax and you can’t wax the man if you choke