good Knocked three times on the cadillac wood Kid got luck like a rabbits foot Shit is good yeah shit is good Chillin in the sand with my video cam Swallowed the benzodiazipan Sports
doing and come around We can hold hands till the sun goes down 'Cause I know that you and I can be together 'Cause I, I love you Well, the wine taster
it for some doll When you see a Joe saving half of his dough You can bet there'll be mink in it for some doll When a bum buys wine like a bum can't
the rooftops to the lakes. Get in line for the handshakes. Take a pill for the bellyaches. The vampires and the Frankensteins Suck blood while they drink wine
I was courting a Southern belle Her daddy was a rich 'un too Sports car outside her door She was pretty good looking too Call me up, want me to come
They?re mad, they wish they had the love we have We?re booking flights and don?t even take bags We did ?em dirty last summer Rover Sports, Jet-Ski?s attached
It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane It's not very far from Sulphur to Sugarcane When your eyes fill up with brine 'Cause you're drowning in wine
got some (? ) goddesses On our twenty, many A late lonely night We coming back from some hype shit Like freaknik Possibly daytona Chilling with hook dogs Smelling the aroma Drinking wine
Sporting hot jeans [Incomprehensible] Hard black soil called the chernozem Driving uptown with some per diems Won't somebody check the hem Falling down
" In the revels of his court At the zenith of his sport When the palms of all his guests Burned with clapping at his jests Amid his figs and wine Cried
deranged midnight stalker says it Garcia lorca says it The hit man, walt whitman And the haliototic talker says Babe, I'm on fire Babe, I'm on fire [chorus] The wine
'd invited her back to my house I don't want anyone to see me like this right now I sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyes I've been a poor sports, thoughts
a golf course for the Japs And the Dead Sea is alive with rap Between the Tigris and Euphrates there's a leisure center now They got all kinds of sports
millionaire, be a, be a millionaire. Be my girl, be my girl, I got a position for you, Be my girl, be my girl, if you want baby i'll support(sport)
we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'Til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes And I sip fine wines
horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy They drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss Griselda And to all who lost their money on the sporting
every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport
rock How she hates to be alone I try to compensate her lack of love with coffee cake Ice cream and a bottle of ten dollar wine She says, "Hey I rock the Haro sport