Testi musica canzoni

We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool wayAlong with six million others in this place called L.A.L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablazeFor me, it's a race through a cotton pickin' mazeThe town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicksWell sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my kicksMy body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pickLike a come on a thumbPoppin' hump, hump, hump, pop outThe action never stops, I'm as wild as can be'Cos I'm shooting for the top and my best friend is FleaOom Chucka Willy knew the balls to popBut he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pondWas a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strongHe war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hatAnd between his legs was a sweat young lassHe threw a hundred women up against the wallAnd he swore to fear that he'd love 'em allBy the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stopBecause that's when he thought that he heard a phoneLast night and the night before, I heard aFop outside, then I came in doorsFreak out!Now that I told you a little something about the FleaA little something about the Tree, a little something about meI can't leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the yangAnd now, it's time to hear him do his playin', you better be burning Sherman!We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool wayAlong with six million others in this place called L.A.Step out!more