whistle as Salome lifts her skirt because they're 'real' men and they're healthy, happy... own the place. They raise hell when they're sober, wrestle
Cause I'm the type of player Thats gonna run up in your company Dont trust me, 'cause I never sober Usually I'm gone off for that Pink or Purple soda
strength they bet Scopin' your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District Jeweler With they hand on the biscuit Do ya, wanna get caught lifted, or sober
We wore pink in the 80s What were we thinking I got a brain cloud from the black light in your room Built to be seen, just crazy It just made us jumpy
purse Inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth And throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober Assassin, blastin' enough your range rover
population unobservant We walk with blinkers in the corridor Which is embraced from "causes-consequences-walls" They are immaculated You wear glasses with pink
Inside You're like perfection How do I feel this good sober? Will I ever feel this good sober? Tell me, No no no no no pain How do i feel this good sober
If it was something so grand As a mirrored reflection of you" And New York in October Was never so sober As the beating on the windows in March Trying
somethin (somethin) A music and beat be somethin (somethin) Where the Louie at man, where the Louie the thirteenth E-40 and the Lunatics off to drink Lookin for the chicks in hot pink
-off, to smile, to sleep in my car and re-learn how to ride my bike Until the uneasy truce between The Parents Coalition and the Pink Cup Connection
Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler with they hand on the biscuit Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react
a tight fit fight with the nice split Tech Nina I do that Bollywood chick likes this [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I met this fly young hip chick Like pink lipstick
pain Inside You're like perfection How do I feel this good sober? Will I ever feel this good sober? Tell me, No no no no no pain How do i feel this good sober