Peace up, down, and all around!
Get this started.

(Verse 1)
A 1, 2, a 3 and 4,
You don't wanna be here? There's the door!
Y'all came around just to watch my flow,
So why you standin' 'round? Let's go!

It's goin', goin', keep it goin' (3x)
Door is closed, in a locked state.
Try and leave now and you're too late.
All those of you that got the right traits,
Gotta sit me out, hear me elucidate!
Now forget how long I take to spin my rhymes.
Forget how long I take, won't cost you no dime.
Now, I guess you don't want me to screech,
Want me to preach, want me to teach, so
Lemme tell you 'bout the place that they call
"Flagler Beach."
Spent a day, no two in St. Augustine,
In the time warp like nobody's seen.
Old, new, places, but all them faces,
Like the natives know stuff. Know what I mean?

(Chorus)
Rockin' threads, kicks, shades, and hat,
But Florida, yo, sees through all that!
See me strollin' down the waterfront,
Some of 'em are secretive and some of 'em blunt!
Who's that pimp?
This pimp's a tourist!
How can you tell?
He don't walk, talk, nor dress our way,
This pimp's a tourist, is what they'd say!

(Verse 2)
Cruisin' from the Castillo to A1A,
Chillin' in the heat, 'cause I like it that way.
Some ways back, a Southern belle cutie checked me out!
Dude, I still don't know why I took another route!
Rolled into Flagler on a T-U-E,
Made a really big "Discovery,"
Beachside hangouts rad as it can be!
Flagler Beach ain't never seen no one like me!

(Bridge)
Body surfin'!
The Atlantic!
East Coast side!
Sunup to sundown, "Jee-za-ree!
Honey, who is that pimp, all tan and flashy and coy?"
"The tourist dude? Must be a yankee boy."

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Ten days way down in the Deep South, man,
Gettin' Southern comforts but no bad mouthin',
No profilin', lots of hours whilin',
Spendin' time on the coast just chillin' and smilin'.
Comin' back up tryin' to save my brain
From dying of boredom or merging lanes,
Here's a little somethin' else you all should know:
I hit the big 16 long time ago.
Yeah, it's good to be back with my own kind.
I'm just gonna have a hard time gettin' certain
Sayings off my mind.
Who's that pimp?
This pimp's a tourist!
How can you tell?
He don't walk, talk, nor dress our way,
This pimp's a tourist, is what they'd say.

(Chorus)

This pimp's a tourist is what they'd say.
This pimp's a tourist! It's what they'd say.