I wanna start jiving to a different beat Hanging with the kids across the street Lying in real high when I make the scene Hold a crooked hand beneath a shady tree So if you're coming through, you better look out for me I like hanging with the dealers For me, there's nothing realer You can do what you want, just don't fuck with me No decision to fight it No distress in the slightest You get what you want, I get what I deserve But I've prepared you a statement Then shortly after, I ate it You get what you want, I get heartburn