Back up, boy, forty five feet
Always looking for a freebie
Why don't you let up sometime?
Hawks out here, with his axe n' me with this lead sheet on
Trying to scuffle up those two's n' fews
For uncle, so's I can bail out my full orchestration
Looks like he got me, but this cat wouldn't feed
Grass to a horse in a concrete pasture
He's so tight he wouldn't buy a pair of shorts for a flea
Just look at him n' dig that vine
All off tome his strollers look like he's ready to
Jump he's playing ketchup n' I got to tighten his wig
Hold it down n' I'll come up with line two like I said
Ain't nothin' to it, just here
Ain't nothin' to it, just here
Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here
I saw that dinner up the street guzzlin' foam in
The drinkden and the sharks are droppin' the shucks
Like the yellow kid trying to tighten her and
Weaving the four f's all around her
I nixed her out long ago, man, she's too sometimeys
She will and she won't
She do and she don't always on the fence and
Sleeps with her glasses on
Man
Man
Ain't nothin' ain't nothin' to it just here
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it
She's faust to me, so skip it and forget it

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