Do It Again

Alright, everybody get in the van

Yo, everybody in?

We don't have much time to get to the next show

Where's Hoppa?

HOPPA

If there's one thing I know

It's that we gotta hurry up and go

Pull up to the venue, unload

And then we rockin the show

Then we rockin the show, come on

Baby, if there's two things I need

It's just some gas money and some weed

I put that in my backpack and leave

And then we hitting the road

And then we do it again

Severely underpaid and

Always runnin late, man

Livin in this van, damn, I'ma need a brain scan

Looking for my Ray-Bans, disinfectant spray can

City after city, pretty bitties with a spray tan

Say, "Damn, Skippy, can you exit on the next ramp?"

Last night some hippy fan vomited on my amp

Heavy hitter, big spitter, bar setter

Probably dropped six figures this year at Guitar Center, uh

You got some questions, I probably got the answers

Master of ceremonies and I manage rappers

Killin 'em with kindness and curving all these dancers

A jerk if we beefin, 'cause I'm an old trapper

I've seen stranger things, these high white socks won't let my ankles breathe

Albums coming annually, ancestors tryna channel me

Do it for the family, if there's one thing I know

If you do it again the same way, they gonna call it insanity

If there's one thing I know

It's that we gotta hurry up and go

Pull up to the venue, unload

And then we rockin the show

And then we rockin the show

Baby, if there's two things I need

It's just some gas money and some weed

I put that in my backpack and leave

And then we hitting the road

And then we hitting the road

And then we do it again

From a Hyundai sedan to a Chevy 12-passenger van

Got a tour manager named Dan (hey, Dan!)

He said, "Get your ass back in the bandwagon

Or we're gonna be late for load-in in Oregon"

I can't even imagine us touring in this economy

I spent my bottom dollar just hollerin to get on the beat

Wax, why you charging me?

Hoppa, ain't it hard to see

That all of us are friends 'til the end, hop in the car and leave

Don't forget about Marley B

Can I join in the party, please?

Me and Hoppa hotbox the whip until we can hardly see

So pardon me, we shoulder to shoulder, packed in like sardines

GPS success and we trek it, don't care how far it seems

Do the math, we takin a bath

Eight rappers in the van feels like a life raft

Making no cash

Mama, don't let your baby

But we're best friends forever while we're making no cheddar

But at least we don't have to work a job

If there's one thing I know

It's that we gotta hurry up and go

Pull up to the venue, unload

And then we rockin the show

And then we rockin the show

Baby, if there's two things I need

It's just some gas money and some weed

I put that in my backpack and leave

And then we hitting the road

And then we hitting the road

And then we do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again

Doot doot, doot doot, do it again