(From "The Grease 2" Soundtrack) Well, come on and tell us Johnny What's the secret of success? You gotta take a tip from the king of hip 'Cause you
lookie here friend of mine scratch like you need calomine flamingo boots soles a-creakin' still in love and Puerto Rican too ridin' on the wheels of hell smokin' up our axle grease
off Ghetto bird be flying heat wave to bail out somebody get the bank cause the berries round about One last blast then we'll gauge hardcore Everybody lights out like a Nyquil score
She had the whole world in her dress She put my fingers to the test She made me grease my hair She got me wearing leather Oh we danced till the music
Earl Jones, hot combs over stoves Dax hair grease, a rare piece of footage, hood clips Narrated and composed by the Priest Curtains close on the streets The score
im a mack ima hit the stage turn the page no turnin back you got one life one chance..this is it got a fat joint in my hand and now its lit ima grease
I knew a girl named Rosalie, We used to hang out in the park, We used to score the system grease, From the fellas after dark. We used to sail the streets
It's Tragedy Khadafi - reppin' wit my nigga Green Lantern - all y'all coward ass niggas put some grease on your motherfuckin' feet and slide, nigga
floor. Jerry juice, Jerry juice. Jerry juice, Jerry juice. On the dance floor. You take me home and you're looking to make a score. You left the grease
Jones, hot combs over stoves Dax hair grease, a rare piece of footage, hood clips Narrated and composed by the Priest Curtains close on the streets The score