You don’t even know me but you know that I’m the only one,
Buggin’ on the corner while you’re blinded by the setting sun,
Get a dollar scrunch it up and see it bounce back, plastic sums,
Get a cup fill it with water; tell me that it’s really rum.

In the middle of a posse by the preachers and the dollys is a fire by a can encircled by some bums,
And instead of passing by with a thin wry smile we just turn up the bass and then we watch em run,
Pass the blunt back to the backpack of the rat-pack on the back-flap on the back seat thuggin,
As the rug rats on the corner near the doller store, shout at once because they see us comin,
And a wise hand in a blue van with a white pack throws outside a great big summons,
And the coffers, line the coffins of the corpses when we all see the reaper’s thuggin,
But the seller tells the buyer that the product that he sells has been adjusted.
And the kids all come up runnin, with some curren, cy and now; they’re all buggin.

They they, they're all buggin, they they they’re all buggin.
Bug bug, bug bug buggin x2

You don’t even know me but you know that I’m the only one,
Buggin’ on the corner while you’re blinded by the setting sun,
Get a dollar scrunch it up and see it bounce back, plastic sums,
Get a cup fill it with water; tell me that it’s really rum.

Bug bug, bug bug buggin,
Yeah I’m bug bug buggin,
If you see me with a CD bop your head and say it’s thuggin,
Deny the flaws and fill your jaws with false appraisal, eyebrow raises,
Tell me that the track I made is better than that shit from KrayKray,
By now you know I’m off the road, my Bentley turned into a Rover,
Off the path, the rails passed and now I’m squashing all the Clovers,
Sippin rum, I’m havin fun so leave me be and go to Dover,
Tell me it’s my life to lead so when I leave you’ll still be sober.
There’s a little bit of rum, stuck inside a little bit of a stick in a cup in the middle of the room,
And I turn around a bit, till I think that I’ll be sick, then I sit quite still til my ending looms,
And I slowly close my eyes, but I’m goin for a ride, and the world keeps spinning like I’ve found my doom,
And I drink a little water so that when I become sober my head won’t explode from the thoughts inside.

They they, they're all buggin, they they, they’re all buggin.
Bug bug, bug bug buggin,
Raseth is buggin' x2.