Uhhh!
I can't help my feelings
I'll go out of my mind
These playas out to get me
Cause they like my behind
I can't love my business
If I can't get a trick
Down on Santa Monica where tricks aren't for kids

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Whoa,
C'mon and kick me
Whoa,
C'mon and kick me
(Whoa-oh-oh)
C'mon and kick me-e-e
(Whoa-oh-oh)
You got your problems
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I got my eyes wide
(Whoa-oh-oh)
You got your big G's
I got my hash pipe

Uhhh!
I can't help my bookies
They get out of control
I know that you don't care
But I want you to know
The least likely flavor is from the favorite treat
Abandon the bottle for the taste of her teat

Chorus

solo

Chorus