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