Lyrics
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.’s the place sets my mind ablaze
For me its a race through a cotton pickin’ maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a lot 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 thump on a thumb poppin’ hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I’m as wild as can be
‘Cause I’m shooting for the top and my best friend’s Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew that balls could pop
But he never met the tree so he never bebopped, hop out
Antwan the Swan from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He wore a cold paisley jacket and a hellified ass
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 them all
But by the time he got to 99 he had to stop
‘Cause that’s when he thought that he heard a fop
Last night and the night before
I heard a fop outside then I came indoors, rock out
Now I told you a little somethin’ ‘bout the Flea
Something ‘bout the Tree, a little something ‘bout me
I can’t leave you hangin’ ‘bout my man Sherm Zee
He swings the ying, he bangs the yang
Now it's time to hear him do his thang, you better be burnin’ 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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