Glocca Morra Little Man Lyrics

I wanna start jiving to a different beat.
Hanging with the kids across the street.
Flying in real high when I make the scene.
Hold a crooked hand beneath a shady tree.
So if you’re coming through you better watch out for me.

Cause I like hanging with the dealers.
For me, there’s nothing realer. You can do what you want, just don’t f*ck with me.

No decision to fight it.
No distress in the slightest.
You get what you want, I get what I deserve.
but I’ve prepared you a statement, then shortly after I
ate it.
You get what you want, I get heartburn.