Back up boy forty five feet Always looking for a freebie Why don't you let up sometime Hawks out here with his axe n' me with this lead sheet on Trying to scuffle up those two's n' fews For uncle so's I can bail out my full orchestration Looks like he got me but this cat wouldn't feed Grass to a horse in a concrete pasture He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea Just look at him n' dig that vine All off tome his strollers look like he's ready to Jump he's playing ketchup n' I got to tighten his wig Hold it down n' I'll come up with line two like I said Ain't nothin' to it, just here Ain't nothin' to it, just here Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in The drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her and Weaving the four f's all around her I nixed her out long ago, man, she's too sometimey She will and she won't She do and she don't always on the fence and Sleeps with her glasses on Man Man Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it She's faust to me, so skip it and forget itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
