tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
provider for them, can't be around and not down Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it
I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dog style champ, hittin' booty for butt sex I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for
me comin' but I made sure you was warned In a blaze I run a gun high, I'm soundin' a horn See my glarin', stunnin' runnin' by negative four When I see
, And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights, This ain't an urge it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight, A service for the
begin Grab a cup and start to toss You are drinking jitter sauce Don't you worry, you just mug And then you'll be a jitter bug Hear this fat boy blowing his horn
walking It helps the hurting soften I've seen a lot of places 'Cause I miss her very often But I could never work there What a shame that I'm not clever It's for men with horn rimmed glasses And four
I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar I bear no grudge against you And my dick felt long and hard I am the man for which no God waits But for which
book and the broom. Time for a holiday. Life is Cabaret, old chum, Come to the Cabaret. Come taste the wine, Come hear the band. Come blow your horn
know not what they say Well my political policy is laissez fare You keep off my, my thoroughfare My weeds grow like roses, my gardens like greed My temples are discotheques for
The ball rolls into a pyramid, causing the top, an eye (look at your American dollar bills for an example), to pop-up as a horn sounds and the number
on the mic we're showing We're strong enough for a man, but made for a woman Hey you, where do you think you're goin'? Yo, Stan, my man, keep the horns
'm so damn on Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn Like a needle on a record when it plays a song Like little boy blue blowin' on his horn
with a new topic I wouldn't listen too close cause it's toxic A new format, complete with the tool Even though I transform, I stay cool For me to get
to apologize Because after all he's in our band Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers Although we sound like more Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers We're really only four
an then You try to enslave it? Stealin' DNA samples from the unborn And then you comin' after us' cause we sampled a James Brown horn? Scientists who's God is progress, a four
I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action