Lyrics:
Horn Autograph

to sound my name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn

glock shoved in their face? And it's a disgrace Halie can't play with her toys In the front yard without you drivin' by honkin' your horn Screamin'

don't know I'm dazed and confused like a hippie Waitin' on the corner for the four-door Honda Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner Yo, I hear the horn

deny the offerin's an offer Flows that glow with Aurora?s the spark of light Water fly like a saucer with the torque of a Porsche Murder a million MCs, then autograph

to have it, you never been close to karats That's why you be poppin' that shit, jealous bastards I ain't impressed by you, playa, that's that Matter o' fact, gimme your autograph

(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill) Hey, can we have your autograph? My autograph? I'm nobody But wait a minute I've got 36 expressions Sweet as pie to tough

name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks

don't know - I'm Dazed and Confused like a hippie Waitin on the corner for the four-door Honda Picked me up, with the switch seat recliner Yo I hear the horn

name (WHO BE US!) Autograph V-Town, all the phat Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks