Красные горячие перцы чилли - Out in L.A. | Текст песни

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• Out in L.A.

Were 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, its a race through a cotton pickin maze

The town makes me jump, its got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, its 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, Im as wild as can be
cos Im 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 hed love em all
By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because thats 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 cant leave you hangin but my man shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the yang
And now, its time to hear him do his playin, you better be burning sherman!

Were all a bunch of brothers livin in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called l.a.

Step out!

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