It's a Cold Day in Tampa (As in the Bay) Video (MV)

Randy Marsh 'cause I'm big shit
Ah, my name Pulp Fiction
Add this ill addition
Bash you, in a minute
Tampa ain't buying in
To the fake nudies
Triple twos, triple twos
Sipping fruit smoothies
Zs I'll never f*cking catch
May just watch a movie
May just use some calibration
Technique for the tooty
Wrecking towards the booty
My lap: saddle
In naps: dabble
Voice soothing
Told you TBoi booling
Gangin con mis goonies
F*ck that other side
Movement
Cool whip
So I cream y'all with this ride
I got no shows lined up, homie
No fake news
Though view's skewed
On Skype, ready
Y'all Oovoo
Spending cash steady
Steady in the mood
Crab rangoon
Bottomless
Yung monsoon on metropolis
Hippopotamus
Stomping shit
Y'all blind to it
Open Oculus
Seventeen years
Of abolishment
And now tears drawn
But that's astonishment
Mr. Seethrough
But leaves room for
Open ended f*ckin' compliments
Sketchy as first drafts
Laugh
Yours missin' mines
Snort what sniffs fine
Grip spliff
Dat mixed grind
Reported, like walking out of shifts
This misfit guy
Retortin at opinions
Amorphous up with his vision
At multiple faults you still been, uh
I sculpt with how I kill 'em, uh
This cult villain
Drinks Kool-Aid
Like it's Jonestown
Flounder on my slowdowns
Impartial artist
Wrist, wrist
The game I garnish
My Kix overflow Nesquik 'cause I'm mowed now
Reminiscing 'bout the grass
Like some motherf*cking old cows
These bitchass past tense brokedowns
Clowns
Wet, flex, yuh, aye, uh, how you doing
Tampa