the type to like to talk a lot I got somethin' for your ass in the parking lot Motherfuck this, motherfuck that Fuck that bitch, fuck that cat Derty, once I get you to the parking
I cannot take this anymore I'm saying everything I've said before All these words they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Less I hear the less you
First Verse (Pimpstress): Look here Baby Boo, let me give it to you Let me show you all the things that this girl can do Your World I wanna rock, wanna
how did this happen how did this happen such a perfect day and unexplainable new feeling how did this happen how did this happen two contented shapes
from working on my little boy's bike The preacher came by and I talked for a minute with him My wife's in the kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park
Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July People dancing, people laughing A man
Crazy Janey and her mission man Were back in the alley tradin' hands 'Long came Wild Billy with his friend G-Man All duded up for Saturday night Well
down from heaven on their Harleys they come and they go And you can see 'em dressed like stars in all the cheap little seashore bars parked making love
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando
Princess cards she sends me with her regards Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like
He lay his blanket underneath the freeway As the evening sky grew dark Took a sniff of toncho from his coke can And headed through Balboa Park Where
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With
Mary queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin' The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming Mary, my queen,
, but I got me a nice little place in the stars And I swear I found the key to the universe in the engine of an old parked car I hid in the mother breast
Hey bus driver, keep the change Bless your children, give them names Don't trust men who walk with canes Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet
The angel rides with hunch-backed children Poison oozing from his engine Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon On his way to hubcap heaven Baseball cards
duty, we must remind you Hip hop was set out in the park Hip hop was set out in the park Hip hop was set out in the park We used to do it out in the