[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
We live in a basement, everybody's famous
Everybody fades to yesterdays entertainment
I don't know where the day went, don't let me loose
I light up any room, I'm Lenny Bruce (ladies and gentlemen, Lenny Bruce)
It's been many moons, I've been dancing with devils in weathered leather boots (that doesn't make any sense)
Better go get my sneakers, like I'm Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez
I-I-I-I-I went head up with a couple inner demons, I punched and I kicked, but they were bob n' weavin', whoah
Shadow boxing went 12 rounds, wore me down but I'm better for it now

[Pre-Chorus: Sam Lachow]
Hella, hella yup, hella yes man hit 'em up
In the cut, give 'em all the giddy up
I was the rolled up dollar bill devil on the prowl (uh)
Look at me now, I got King Kong on my squad
We knocking at your door, like ding dong, who want problems?
I could dodge a right hook, saw that shit a mile away
Say bye-bye, be nice, smile n' wave

[Chorus: Sam Lachow]
Up n' down to side to side n' bob n' weave n pop
Up n' down to side to side n' bob n' weave n pop
Jabbin' Jabbin' rocking to that bodystep that hook
Up n' down to side to side, up n' down to side to side

[Verse 2: Travis Thompson]
Uh, I just had a shot of liquor I ain't even ate yet
First class with a cracked phone
Third lap, but I'm back home
Dirt naps in my old life, never chirped back, got a pack phone
Purse snatch for the bus trip, said the trust shit never lasts long
Funds quick, payin' back loans
Broke abundance and them backbones
No love, bitch, we ain't that close
I'm way too ahead of them now
All of them hoes that I put on a pedestal doing whatever for regular now
I shoulda been broke, shoulda been down you shoulda been known
I'm [?] a vow
You paid to be here
I get paid at the house
You faking as where we get paid to be out
If I show its probably late
If I go I'm probably reeking and the fit is probably stank
Yeah, nothing really changed except the shit you can't relate
I'm talking trips around the globe
I can't eat steak without bearnaise
Parking zips inside my clothes and tossing dimes into your safe
I was scraping coins for buses waiting on 128
We had payments for too long so now its zip-tie by my lace
Now I'm big behind my crib a stupid grin up on my face like
[Chorus: Sam Lachow]
Up n' down to side to side n' bob n' weave n pop
Up n' down to side to side n' bob n' weave n pop
Jabbin' Jabbin' rocking to that bodystep that hook
Up n' down to side to side, up n' down to side to side
Up n' down to side to side n' bob n' weave n pop
Up n' down to side to side n' bob n' weave n pop
Jabbin' Jabbin' rocking to that bodystep that hook
Up n' down to side to side, up n' down to side to side