I left work tense and damn I
can't just circumvent the jam I
got my car in crammed in stand by
I'm Ralph Kramden, damn it, and I
got home, shift to park and sigh
but I got new wisdom on my side
I could cop brew, sip and start a rhyme
cause I "Got Blue Ribbon on my mind"
so I weave, hop and skip and see a bar and dip in
cedar walls and brick and Peter, Paul in system
PBR is crisp, I seek a tall prescription
keeper saw me sitting, need a proper tip
as he leaned talking quick he said "What'll ya have?"
I said "Pabst Blue Ribbon, what'll you have?"
he said "Your money!" and laughed "Buddy, I'll run ya a tab
like if you had you a hundred I'd sub you 20 in flasks"
but I ain't chuggin' a glass, going- slow and steady
look I know the drink isn't over heavy
I've been pro at rap since I rode a Chevy
gotta boast a little, yo I've so been ready
now I'm relaxed with a pen and a pad
and a beat jacked from a 70s ad
as I lean back like a gentleman brags
and I let out a breath, I said remember the tag...