Translation: Ellington, Duke. Cocktails For Two.
Translation: Spike Jones. Cocktails For Two.
Translation: Spike Jones And His City Slickers. Cocktails For Two.
Had my lunch all alone, waited for you to phone Said you'd call me at two So at about twenty of three, I had cocktails with Lee Baby, I don't cry over
cocktails and you hear your name If you a fake bitch, ain't no thing I'll pick up the phone and call Janine If I call Marie, I know for a fact I'm gettin
a brain *bang* There goes a liver Ain't no time, for dumpin niggaz in the river I ain't lovin you niggaz no more *vrrrrrrrrrroom* It's time for the chainsaw
teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin' dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve your need You can do what you want but I got weed for me Ridin' for
no mixed views A sawed off pump in my hand with two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell
's an intruder in my house He cut my phone-lines, can't dial out I scream for police but I doubt They're gonna hear me when I shout A couple of cocktails
for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew [
-mom bitchin Pocket full of scrap, plus scratchin and itchin Back when they sip Broma smoked Cheeba Took doggys fours and two receive'ahs This one is for
girls spin baton Three com platoon, full moon conquer Longer, we stay in the lake we grow stronger Molotov Cocktail, locked and loaded Murder MC's for
to enter Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
money tonight Wake up late, honey put on your clothes And take your credit card to the liquor store Well that's one for you and two for me by tonight
your fast car Take me on a comet ride Shoot me past the fast car I wish I owned that last car You could be the end to Everything my heart's asking for
.... Poh me anutha Poh me anutha Poh me anutha drank, do it Poh me anutha Poh me anutha Poh me anutha drank, do it I wanna a couple of dem para-dises Gimme two
, two, one, two Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed MTV, level three, when I fly on BET Livin' astro, tell me how you feel One, two, one, two, one, two
triple choke And it won't hurt my throat, nope! Chinky eyed, just ridin' n vibin' On that real fire Be high for two-three hours And I'm cool wit' A-I,
