Red Hot Chili Peppers - Out in L.A. lyrics
[Red Hot Chili Peppers - Out in L.A. lyrics]
We're all a bunch of brothers
Living in a cool way
Along with six million others in
This place called LA
LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze for me
It's a race through a cotton-picking 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
Alike dump on a thumb, pop hump, hump, hump
Pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
Because I'm shooting for the top
And my best friend's a Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop
But he never met the tree
So he never bebopped, hop out
Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper
You could tell he was strong
Wore a cold paisley jacket and
A hella fine ass
In between his legs was a sweet young lass
Threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love them all
By the time he got to ninety-nine
He had to stop
'Cause that's when he thought that
He heard a fop
Last night and the night before
I heard a fop outside, then I
Came indoors! Rock out!
Now that I told ya somethin' about the Flea
Somethin' 'bout the Tree
A little somethin' 'bout me
I can't leave you hanging 'bout
My man Sherm Zee
He swings the ying, he bangs the yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his thang
You better be burnin' Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers
Living in a cool way
Along with six million others in
This place called LA step out!
Living in a cool way
Along with six million others in
This place called LA
LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze for me
It's a race through a cotton-picking 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
Alike dump on a thumb, pop hump, hump, hump
Pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
Because I'm shooting for the top
And my best friend's a Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop
But he never met the tree
So he never bebopped, hop out
Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper
You could tell he was strong
Wore a cold paisley jacket and
A hella fine ass
In between his legs was a sweet young lass
Threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love them all
By the time he got to ninety-nine
He had to stop
'Cause that's when he thought that
He heard a fop
Last night and the night before
I heard a fop outside, then I
Came indoors! Rock out!
Now that I told ya somethin' about the Flea
Somethin' 'bout the Tree
A little somethin' 'bout me
I can't leave you hanging 'bout
My man Sherm Zee
He swings the ying, he bangs the yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his thang
You better be burnin' Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers
Living in a cool way
Along with six million others in
This place called LA step out!