I can't help my feelings
I go out of my mind
These players come to get me 'cuz they like my behind
I deal out my business if I can't get a trick
Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids
Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
You got your problems
I got my eyes wide
You got your big G's
I got my hash pipe
I can't help my boogies
They get out of control
I know that you don't care
But I want you to know
The knee stocking flavor is a favorite treat
Of men that don't bother with the taste of a teat
I got my hash pipe
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