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 chumpsBut I still get my kicksMy body loves to scrumpWhen 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 topAnd my best friend is fleaOom chucka willy knew the balls to popBut he never met the treeSo 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 a fop 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.
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We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called l.a.
L.a. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a cotton pickin' maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some chumps
But I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump
When I lick the ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb
Poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
'cos I'm shooting for the top
And my best friend is flea
Oom chucka willy knew the balls to pop
But he never met the tree
So he never be-bopped out hop!
Antwan the swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
And between his legs was a sweat young lass
He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all
By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because that's when he thought that he heard a phone
Last night and the night before,
I heard a fop outside,
then I came in doors
Freak out!
Now that I told you a little something about the flea
A little something about the tree,
A little something about me
I can't leave you hangin' but my man shermzy,
He swings the yang, he bangs the yang
And 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 way
Along with six million others in this place called l.a.
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