I Left My Wallet In El Segundo (Live)

Toqué ese guitarra!

Q-Tip, uh, where were you going?

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

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, and paid and went through it

Had no destination, we was on a quest

Ali laid in the back so he can 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 where 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

Need a civilization, some sort of reservation

He said a mile south, there's a fast food station

Thanks, señor, as I started the motor

Ali said, "Damn, Tip, what did 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

And what do you know, my wallet I forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers

It had my jimmy hats, I gotta get it man

Lord, have mercy

The heat got hotter, Ali starts to curse me

I feel bad, but he makes me feel badder

Chit-chit-chatter, car starts to scatter

Breaking on out, we was northeast bound

Jetting 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 torped' 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

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I got to get it, I got, got to get it

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo

Come on, let's go

Come on, let's go

Come on, let's go

(Yo Phife)