Airport

We gonna get high baby, yeah
 We gonna get real high
 Wham, bam, thank you ma'am
 Airport stress, the name of this jam
 Beats I'm bumpin'
 Blunts I'm sparkin'
 Three hours early, can't find no parkin'
 Ticket agent mad 'cause I'm flagrant
 Hostile, smoke comin' out my nostril
 Sick of paying airlines to disrespect me
 Let me guess, did the FAA select me?
 I ain't caring man
 FAA stands for Fuck African Americans (really though)
 I don't plant no bombs on children (really though)
 I don't fly no planes into buildings (really though)
 My luggage is the first you grab
 But what about this Arab? (calm down)
 Take off my shoes
 I suppose that's fine
 But it's your nose, not mine
 Man I'm sick of the -
 Airport, the way I travel round (bagcheck)
 Wish I, could keep my feet on solid ground (random search)
 Always, wanted to be a superstar (spread your legs)
 Now I, rather go home and drive my car (check it again)
 The pilot, is a pencil neck geek
 The stuckup stewardess, never speaks
 Look honey, don't start no shit
 You don't like your job? Quit
 I take it we're undercover
 Don't talk no jive
 Have a Colt .45 next time I arrive
 Pretzels, peanuts, carrots, cabbage
 Dude, who came up with this food?
 Sittin' in the middle is harmless
 Unless the fat people don't share the armrest
 Am I scared? A little, man
 Especially when I'm flyin on a, little plane
 Shiverin', shakin'
 Quiverin', quakin'
 Staggerin', stoppin'
 No warnin', just droppin'
 Ignore thoughts of a casket y'all
 Bounce down the runway like a basketball
 Airport, the way I travel round (bagcheck)
 Wish I, could keep my feet on solid ground (spread your legs)
 Always, wanted to be a superstar (random search)
 Now I, rather go home and drive my car (check it again)
 It's on your face
 You can't hide it
 Your bag don't fit in the space provided
 "Sir! You need to check that in"
 Walk through security once again
 The plane parked at the gate
 People jump up 'cause they just can't wait
 Everybody can't make it to the aisle
 So they stand underneath that uh for a while
 I just sit in my seat and think
 Oh my lord
 I really feel sorry for your spinal chord
 Money, greed, creates the need
 For people to travel with speed
 Save more time
 Make more cash
 But what good is the cash
 If the airplane crash?
 Flyin' is faster, but I don't care
 I got the rest of my life to get there
 Cadillac, the way I travel round
 Movin' and groovin' to the sound
 If I go overseas I will choose
 The love boat, and take a fucking cruise
 So they gonna random select me about three or four times
 At the counter, at the security check point, and at the gate
 Then, naw, it get better, it get better
 Then, they got like these undercover airport cops
 That just come out the blue and just empty yo' bag
 Out right in the middle of the aisle...