[Cheech Marin:] Dun nun nun Dun nun nun Dun Dun Dun
Orale! (O-ra-le)
My Momma talk to me, Try to tell me how to live
But I donīt listen to her, īcos my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me, īcos I wear my sisters clothes
He caught me in the bathroom, with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach, he just kick me off the team
For wearing high heels sneakers, and acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie off
Go Head
The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam
As long as I have my bitch Oh Iīm a fuck you
It donīt bother me, if people think Iīm funny īcos Iīm a big rock star, and I make lots of money Money, money, money...
Are you talking petsos?
Money, ka ching
Ha, ha, ha
Lots of money
Iīm so bloody rich
Lots of money Lots of muthafuckin money I get looks
Ha, ha, ha
I own shopping centres, parking lots, and stocks, and all that shit
Ha, ha, ha
I own you, ha, you too, you three For me, he he, oh oh
Get your groove off Letīs bring it back one more time Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower more groovin, slow that shit down crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah Donīt give a fuck, break it out You even know, Boy George is on heroin We donīt give a fuck Rick James is in the crack house Iīm fuckin paying, thatīs all that matters Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha
The bomb is a fuckin in the house Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo Gimme some
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