Out In L.A. - 2002 Digital Remaster

We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
 Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
 L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
 For me, it's a race through a cotton pickin' 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
 Like a come on a thumb
 Poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop out
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 The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
 'Cos I'm shooting for the top with my best friend the Flea
 Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
 But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!
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 Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
 Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
 He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
 And between his legs was a sweat young lass
 He threw a hundred women up against the wall
 And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all
 By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
 Because that's when he thought that he heard a fop
 Last night and the night before, I heard a
 Fop outside, then I came in doors
 Rock out!
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 Now that I told you a little something about the Flea
 A little something about the Tree, a little something about me
 I can't leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy
 he swings the yang, he bangs the yang
 And now, it's time to hear him do his thang, you better be burning Sherman!
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 We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
 Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
 Step out!