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Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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I gotta get it, I got-gotta get it |
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I left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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I gotta get it, I got-gotta get it |
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My mother went away for a month-long trip |
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Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship |
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She made a big mistake by leaving me home |
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I had to roam so I picked up the phone |
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Dialed Ali up to see what was going down |
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Told him I pick him up so we could drive around |
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Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 |
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My mother left a yard but I needed one more |
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Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks |
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So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks |
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Drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit |
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Came to a toll, we paid and went through it |
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Had no destination, we was on a quest |
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Ali laid in the back so he could get rest |
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Drove down the road for two days and a half |
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The sun had just risen on a dusty path |
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Just then a figure had caught my eye |
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A man with a sombrero who was four feet high |
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I pulled over to ask were we was at |
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His index finger he tipped up his hat, "El Segundo" |
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He said, "My name is Pedro |
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If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto" |
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Needed civilization, some sort of reservation |
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He said a mile south, there's a fast food station |
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Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor |
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Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?" |
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Well describe to me what the wallet looks like? |
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Anyway a gas station we passed |
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We got gas and went on to get grub |
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It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere |
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Anywhere would have been better |
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I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em |
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Ali had the fruit punch |
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When we finished we thought for ways to get back |
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I had a hunch, Ali said, "Pay for lunch", so I did it |
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Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady |
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She was a waitress there, put the wallet down and stared and stared |
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To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed |
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"Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?" |
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I checked for keys and started to step |
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What do you know, my wallet I forget |
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Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers |
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Had my Jimmy hats I got to get it man |
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Lord, have mercy |
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The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me |
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I fell bad but he makes me feel badder |
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Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter |
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Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound |
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Jettin' on down at the speed of sound |
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Three days coming and three more going |
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We get back and there was no slack |
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490 Madison, we're here, Sha |
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He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow" |
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Thinking about the past week, the last week |
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Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak |
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Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack |
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Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said |
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"Why?" I said, "We gotta go |
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'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo" |
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Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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I gotta get it, I got-gotta get it |
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I left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Left my wallet in El Segundo |
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Come on, let's go |
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Come on, let's go |
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Come on, let's go |
