verse 1
With so much drama up in Eastern Kentucky
It's kinda hard bein' Budder, comma, MC
But I some how some way
keep comin up with ways 2 steal you're rhymes like every single day
may I kick a little somethin 4 my unskilled white boys
who think they rappin but they just makin a real bad noise
and it's 2 in the mournin and the party's still jumpin coz my baby sitter fell asleep
I'm out in my drive way tryin 2 hot wire my dad's car and,
I ain't stoppin til' I get this thing started
so what u gonna do
I got a pocket full of lint and my home boys do 2
so close you're eyes and let a fart
that smelt so bad the paint is leaking off that piece of art
yeah, and we really gonna choke 2 dat
Budder up, Snoop down while all u clowns bounce 2 this

chorus
Rollin' down the street in a Pinto sippin on Apple Juice
laid back, with my juice in my cup and my cup in my hand
(repeat)

verse 2
now I got some Welch's apple juice
but if it ain't pasturized then I'd rather eat a goose
I also drink Tropicana all the time
If they givin it out free I'll be the first in line
everything is fine when you're listenin 2 MC Budder
I got those big time wanksta rhymes that put you're toddler mind in a clutter
so just watch me, as I take me a drink
and almost get hit by a car when I jump in2 the middle of the street
and get the mackin 2 this blind girl named Helen (Helen)
she also couldn't hear and talked as good as a melon (oh the retard)
80 degrees or hotter when the idiot finally said water
she has the brain mentality of the cartoon PB and J Otter
where did u have this juice could it be any hotter don't throw a fit
as I rhyme with the Luke Warm Boy$ feel the spit
I'm just

rollin down the street in a pinto, sippin on apple juice
laid back, with my juice in my cup and my cup in my hand
(repeat)

Later on that day
my homey I$aac Mack came through 4 apple juice and 2 plat Black Jack
and a nasty fat girl that a rolls down 2 her toe
man this ain't no joke
I turned my head from her and began 2 barf loud
after lookin at that face I'm real sick now
but ain't no fallin I'm still ballin
T-Hen got some girls from the city of Harlem
2 serve us but not without a Harlem Shake first
coz when I get a paper cut I cry because it hurts
don't get upset coz that's just how we bounce
I love this apple juice 2 much I'm out the house
and I'll be

rollin down the street in a pinto sippin on apple juice
laid back, with my juice in my cup and my cup in my hand

(repeat)