I don't need the pressure
I don't need the pain
I don't need nothin'
Now the show world might have changed.

A whole lot a stuff is happenin'
Best found easily
So I'm out the door
To da lickasto
Don't wait for me

But they call me Saint Dog for a reason
They thought I shot that policeman (bang bang)
I close my eyes and I try to dream
But all I see for me are penitentiaries
I took a 15 east in the galaxy
Packed up my shit, moved to S.D.
And I hope no body ever finds me
Gotta get away from this misery.

Can we please stop at da lickasto?
I need a drink to forget about makin' dough
Find a spot with a view
And crack a brew
Bust freestyles up the avenue.

If I could change this world,
First, I'd change myself
No more foolish fanzines,
No more seekin wealth,
I've been one big utopia,
And we can all be free
From 9-5,
Stay alive
Peace through anarchy.
No groupie hoes to jock tge flows
Of songs and poetry,
No odd calls, None at all, None the Misery
Yeah, little Jackie paper, he holds that silly key,
I'll be puffin' on that ??? in Honali

All I want is happiness
Best found easily
So I'm out the door
To da lickasto,
Don't wait for me

Cause the world, that big Thunderbird,
15 plus say thats on the ill now
Please be on your way,
Don't you wait for me,
I'm on a long road crew
Nothin' to lose gotta light a bowl,
Blow the clouds away,
Don't you wait for me.

Well they call me mobster for a reason,
Down with my dog at all seasons,
24 hours we'll bounce on 3
On the boardwalk, Baby Baby

The survival of security guard
Still run my mouth down that boulevard,
Hard lookin' Hookers leavin' nothin' to hide,
Well you put that shit down for So-Cal pride,

Positive, the way we live,
Still down for the krown,
We be in the mix,
Mob fools always runnin' from the Po-Po
But we keep the liquor comin' cause they don't know,
6-4 is the year of the dope ride.
Let them know that we here cause its show night.
Big Weave, Big Hoss, and ST
DJ Circa, Mix Mob in SD
Test me and you'll see that I'll soon rise,
Don't even need to speak fool its in my eyes
Liein' deep in cloud nine
Forevermore,
Harmonizing about the mother fuckin' liquor store,
Liquor store,

All I want is happiness
Best found easily,
So I'm out the door
To da lickasto
Don't wait for me.
Nah, don't wait for me.
Get away from me.

Back in '97 is when the game got real,
Right place, right time,
Caught a big record deal,
Moved to LA,
Made my street smart my art
In hollywood I made my bed where every actor plays a part
But I got sick of writin' flows,
Sick of runnin' hoes,
Sick of all those phony fucker hangin' at the shows,
Sick of phony handshakes, phony smiles,
Sick of all you other suckers leechin' off my style,
I'm talkin' pimps, playas, hustalas, hookas ala carte,
Theres the menu of the plan you when you play no part.
Seen people fall apart,
In the family shopping market,
Start diggin' through the trash,
Lookin' for their big start.
And who's that sleepin' in the park?
With the cart full of dreams,
Broken pieces of their past made their mad dough freeze
So mean,
So wrong,
Made for such a sad song,
Don't worry thunderbird as we all sing along.

All I want is happiness
Best found easily
So I'm out the door
To da lickasto,
Don't wait for me.
All I want is happiness,
Peace, tranquility
So I'm out the door
To da lickasto
Don't wait for me.
Cause the world, that still Thunderbird,
Nothin's changed on the way, Birds the word,
Ya'll posers broke your word, posers
Peace, I'm on my way.
Ya'll really shake your thing
Bounchin' out on a midnight train
Some days will never change,
Peace, I'm on my way.
Peace motherfucker.