Bài hát I Left My Wallet In El Segundo Báo Lỗi

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, I'll tell you pronto"

Needed civilization, some sort of reservation

He said a mile south, there's 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, here's 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 bad-er

Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter

Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound

Jettin' on down at the speed of sound

Three days coming and three more going

We get back and there was no slack

490 Madison, we're here, Sha

He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"

Thinking about the past week, the last week

Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak

Hopped in the car and torpe'ed 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