We re all a bunch of brothers livin in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it s a race through a cotton pickin maze
The town makes me jump, it s got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it s got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb
Poppin hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I m as wild as can be
Cos I m shooting for the top and my best friend is Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!
Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
And between his legs was a sweat young lass
He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he d love em all
By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because that s when he thought that he heard a phone

Last night and the night before, I heard a
Fop outside, then I came in doors
Freak out!
Now that I told you a little something about the Flea
A little something about the Tree, a little something about me
I can t leave you hangin but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the yang
And now, it s time to hear him do his playin , you better be burning Sherman!
We re all a bunch of brothers livin in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
Step out!

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