on a note Ricky would watch the big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the check-out aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into
strange transaction One was printed in the times And everybody's searchin' For the king of underground Well they found him down in Florida With a tombstone for a crown Everybody knows a
Cougie, my what a pair Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors But they don't dance like Carmen no more. She had a
his Under the bridge I wrote, some shit to stay afloat And paint a picture, raw like the first coat Send my old man a note to keep his phone on My little
all up Poet at heart, dart making throwin at them charge Hit or miss still a way splitter blow them a part Flow with the sharks, real killers coat with
put a hole in your belly like you oprah or jenny Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. x4 I sport a long white tee
Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and I got no paper Shoulda just stuck with rock, it'a have been much safer Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater
if you're a ping-pong enthusiast, that was a sound of a ping-pong ball Except generally you'll hear That's the sound of a match between a golfer and a
're tearin' the town, got the top laid down like we're back in school I got a white sport coat and blue suede shoes We're gonna find us a Betty and a
fresh it got freaks looking for a style on map quest i spin a charlots webb a silk screen and interior designs i like to watch a nickel turn into a dime
I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo, I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin
what a fag you are Up and drag stag in zanzibar Rocking tennis shots I'm pro what comes sports Like a benetaur Fuck a figure 'fore I lace it with a
danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus Not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for I.H.O.P. as
for a quarter... Three for a quarter black and white picture Two young believers on a three dollars spree I'll save your picture in my sport coat pocket
tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin', time travelin' Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime Now I write rhymes, sip white wine
been recently de-frocked for not meeting his quota, and has grown his hair out and bought a groovy sport coat and moved to miami and changed his name
Johnson and Me CHORUS: Three for a quarter a black and white portrait Two young believers on a three dollar spree I saved you picture in my sport coat