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 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, 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
