You can call it what you want But I call it messing with the kid Elwood, Elwood, yeah? You wanna mess with the kid? Nah Jake, I don't wanna mess with the kid
did You can call it what you want But I call it messing with the kid Elwood, Elwood! Yeah? You wanna mess with the kid? Nah Jake, I don't wanna mess with the kid
Translation: The Blues Brothers. Messin' With The Kid.
' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy stone they hide They're breakin' beams and crosses with
girls dancin', ooh, ooh Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound Well, it's the Underground, You know that we're down with wutchyalike Yeah, with
his low rider bicileta Looking for munecas, beautiful like aztecas But when it comes to love, the agony for the extacy Whatever comes around goes around so baby don't mess with
Booty for sale" Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunk full See, every man she ever messed
, fluid, mess up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my mind Do it, fluid, mess up my mind Tell
for sale" Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful See, every man she ever messed
', "Booty for sale" Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful See, every man she ever messed
truck by the lake with your high school flame on one side, cold beer on the other ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, little house, little kid, little
, "Oh, are you sure it's my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top? Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear And a tattoo says
[VERSE 1: Kid] Open your eyes, picture this scene A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene Runnin the block like Apartheid in Africa (Yo, I got a deal
