Track 7 from 'We Are Part of The Problem'
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Lyrics
Momma she shoutin' mad at me, Say What, oh no I can't hear you
My boss he makes me moves my feet, Hell No, called in I got the flu
My girl she says I drink too much, when she goes down, I spike the punch
She starts to spin and shake a bunch, she drink so much she lose her lunch
If you think he's rude, he'll do it just a little more, just to see your face
Does it throw you off your groove, or does it leave you feelin' sore
If that is the case...
You can't believe the things I do, funny to me but not to you
We head down south to New Orleans, Hey You I come to the bayou
We bang on coffee cans for beans, no eat, no sleep, no tomorrow
We make the noise - they say too loud, police get mad - break up the crowd
I piss on him - he chase me down, Dirty Sanchez - I can't be found
If you think he's rude, he'll do it just a little more, shake it in your face
Does it throw you off the groove, does it leave you feelin' sore
With a bitter after-taste
All the bad things done before come back to me twice plus one more
all the bad things done before come back to me twice plus one more
We feed the flow through the microphone, so watch us
Pickin' it up and down until you see this is so, So
So it comes from the fear that you might, Might
Do something F'd up until you see it's alright.
