a-blowin I got the rubber burnin down on all fours..... Pull in the club we hear the band bang roll through the door everybody hey-hey's Chorus: four on
to see through solid marble eyes Fiery pianos wash up on a foggy coast Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost Fire them up and kill the piano birds
four on the floor Take a little walk outside Honey wants to see my ride You know I think I might Turn on a little Barry White Four on the floor, feel
to bag hoes, they not nice, 600 circle the block twice In they Roleys they rock ice, to get they hit on Bitches dyin to get on, suck a dick or get shit on
, let's go, let's go, let's go I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano So now I gotta give the drummer some Put the T up on the track, I be phenomenal
too many more Either man comes I'm gonna hit 'em with the head rush So be careful on what you trusting Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers
my fingers on pianos I torture you with orchestra tackle on your back, the jackel No time to react, combat, flyin scrap metal Kamikaze degrees, cherry instant fire
on the main stem Foolin' around just me and him We decided we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on
panties off ho this ship is ready to attack Somebody get on the piano I'm calling John Cusack And put ten on pump seven if your skills are tight Make
right away; bring it on when the temerature rise; my intention to ride ain't no intent but he die; niggas speed like us 40 clip on my hip shorty go get
grin, Her face in a hideous grin. She set her sister's hair on fire, Sing rickety-tickety-tin, She set her sister's hair on fire, And as the smoke and
telling everyone Thought the kettle was a train Thought that Monday was a door frame I tried so hard to finally settle down Heard the fire pop and snap like a tack piano
me for a fool 'Cos I know the world is cruel Don't say it's OK All the good has gone away And innocence it was her fire For she believed that purity
on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it The Las Vegas crooner says it The hooligan moaner Whose holding a schooner I'm on fire Yeah, babe, I'm on
a hug I'll be your bearskin rug And I'll lie in front of your fire on winter Baby if you dare why don't you come on down to my lair And if you got some
But don't let it bring you down Don't let it bring you down Who asked you for your advice? Who asked you to interfere? All my life you kept the fire on
on the main stem Foolin' around just me and him We decided, we could use a little something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street We knocked on
