When I was 17 I took a plane to the coast I took my friend Ronda 'Cause she's really the most We were cruising the strip You Sunset and Peco And in less than five minutes We met a guy named Rico He drove up to the curb In a chopped Rolls Royce He had a tan from a bottle And a radio voice 'Yo, banana, are you ready to ill?' And he took us to a party In Beverly Hills
On the way over We stopped at the beach Rico went in For a tea bag named Leach He was ready he was comin' He was ready to go He said 'Didn't I meet you in Monte Carlo?' When we got to the party The butler opened the door And I knew that I'd seen him Somewhere before It was Shirley McClain Dressed up as a man She said 'Om Shanti, Welcome to La La Land'
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Vanna White was there And they were playing a game But the numbers on the wheel Were all the same I didn't see Jerry Falwell Or Jessica Hahn But I was told they were upstairs Getting it on Hugh Heffner arrived With a bunch of skeezers The Chippendale dancers Were real crowd pleasers The Duke and Duchess of Windsor Were really nice They brought some underground films Of Gary Hart and Donna Rice In Beverly Hills they refuse to be beat So it was Chicken McNuggets All you can eat On the scene that night Was a blond guy name Jock He screamed the crowd 'Are you ready to rock?' Rock, rock, rock, what?
'Oh yea, oh yea' they said Waiving they're hands 'I give you Ultrafly, Number one in the land' I stepped up to the mike And delivered my weapon And La La Land Was transfixed in a second
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From Frisco to Tiajuana They were feeling my jam And those that felt it Know I am what I am I delivered so heavy like not other assault I move the earthquake meters On the San Andreas fault When morning came We were still going strong But our flight left at noon I had to break from the throng Mary Heart was screaming 'Outta sight, outta sight' They were shooting the party For Entertainment Tonight They wanted me to stay And host the show But I had a jam in NYC And I had to go Besides it's not my thing To be a co-host And that's the story Of my first trip to the coast
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