We were born in the seventies
The rippin' and rhyming and brethren see
We're filling taste great
In the old school I was eight
For the new school I was late
But in high school I was the bate
I rate in the great state of California
I'm warning ya
Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette
I kick nonsense in French, tasty like crepe suzette
I bet you feel I'm famous for 311 sandwhich
Not the whack DJs that I'm a damage
I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my head zoomin'
And in my continental, you know that shits boomin'
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
You can look from here to eternity
And never receive your morsel
Another tale of ordinary madness
The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
"All I really wanna is to feel Nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we just might find"
A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature
Your tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio, pickin' up a smokey jazz love song
Madness becomes, even though your
Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted
By flesh you wanna bust through
Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and suspends and her ass
Is a marvelous thing
A dance dancin' at a club the hereafter
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