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I Left My Wallet In El Segundo Lyrics

My mother went away for a month-long trip


Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship


She made a big mistake by leaving me home


I had to roam so I picked up the phone


Dialed ali up to see what was going down


Told him I pick him up so we could drive around


Took the dodge dart, a 74


My mother left a yard but I needed one more


Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks


So we left brooklyn and we made big tracks


Drove down the belt, got on the conduit


Came to a toll, we paid and went through it


Had no destination, we was on a quest


Ali laid in the back so he could get rest


Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half


The sun had just risen on a dusty path


Just then a figure had caught my eye


A man with a sombrero who was four feet high


I pulled over to ask were we was at


His index finger he tipped up his hat


El segundo, he said, my name is pedro


If you need directions, Ill tell you pronto


Needed civilization, some sort of reservation


He said a mile south, theres a fast food station


Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor


Ali said, damn, tip, why you drive so far for?





(well describe to me what the wallet looks like)





Anyway a gas station we passed


We got gas and went on to get grub


It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere


Anywhere would have been better


I ordered enchiladas and I ate em


Ali had the fruit punch


When we finished we thought for ways to get back


I had a hunch


Ali said, pay for lunch


So I did it


Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady


She was a waitress there


Put the wallet down and stared and stared


To put me back into reality, heres shaheed:


Yo, tip, man, you got what you need?


I checked for keys and started to step


What do you know, my wallet I forget





Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers


Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man





Lord, have mercy


The heat got hotter, ali stars to curse me


I fell bad but he makes me feel badder


Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter


Breaking on out, we was northeast bound


Jettin on down at the seepd of sound


Three days coming and three more going


We get back and there was no slack


490 madison, were here, sha


He said, all right, tip, see you tomorrow


Thinking about the past week, the last week


Hands go in my pocket, I cant speak


Hopped in the car and torpeed to the shack


Of shaheed, we gotta go back when he said


Why? I said, we gotta go


cause I left my wallet in el segundo





Yeah, I left my wallet in el segundo


Left my wallet in el segundo


Left my wallet in el segundo


I gotta get, I got-got ta get it