Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah

180, I drive it like a stoner
Her calm can't tame me
Mister Morgan's got me jaded

You know I like to speak up and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue

Maybe there's four or five
Around you, out my mind (yeah), hmm
Maybe there's flashing lights
Oh, help me escape myself, oh, oh, oh

You know I like to speak up and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue, hmm

Run for cover
Red jacket it's just Thriller
I know the flavor, uh
Blue magic, you're my dealer

You know I like to speak up and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue

Maybe there's four or five
Around you, out my mind (yeah), hmm
Maybe there's flashing lights
Oh, help me escape myself, oh, oh, oh

You know I like to speak up and act tough
Still jiggy with the rizla, rasta
Keeping busy with the cho-cha, cha-cha
But I still taste you on my tongue

(ooh, ooh)
(ooh, ooh)
Taste you on my tongue
(ooh, ooh)
Taste you on my tongue, baby (ooh, ooh)
Taste you on my tongue, baby no (ooh, ooh)
Babe, babe, no no (ooh, ooh)

Yeah, you know I like to speak up and act tough (ooh, ooh)
Rizla and rasta
Cho-cha and cha-cha (ooh, ooh)
Taste you on my tongue