st. ide's

oh yeah

comin through with my shaolin crew

two cent for a case

gimme st. ide's brew

in the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans

methtical's in a jam on how dry i am

with st. ides in my system

crack another i'm blitzed

let's go hit the next one

hang it over

the object is to stay sober

lay on the sofa

better yet

dial my chauffeur

who's the wallabee kid

stressed out

could never be son

ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one

naturally blessed

yes

my rap is like a laser beam

that blow between the bushes

st. ide's and i the king of teams

crack the bottle of the st. ide's

sippin to those

who don't realize that drinkin ain't only to be drunk

you can't drive

keep my peoples alive

and if the saint don't know you from a can of paint

it was hot

on the spot

so i jetted at the block

and i asked for st. ide's

i could tell by the dot

on the back he rebuilt it. not that charcoal filtered

ice cold bottle tilted. to my cup he spilt it

aaaaaaaaaah! st. ides! mmmmmmmmmmm.