Okay, this guy walks into a bar No, I'm just, I'm just fuckin' with you, I'm kiddin' No, there's this, this young bull and this old bull And they're standin
career But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier [Chorus] [Interlude] "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping
did that And after that niggaz gave me my 'spec Bring the yellow tape Bring the yellow tape The yellow tape Bring the yellow tape The yellow tape The yellow tape
Cloud so swift the rain fallin' in Gonna see a movie called Gunga Din Pack up your money, pull up your tent, McGuinn You ain't a goin' no where Hoo wee
Well, that big dumb blonde with her wheel in the gorge And Turtle, that friend of theirs with his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk with his
Crash on the levee, mama, water's gonna overflow Swamp's gonna rise, no boat's gonna row Now, you can train on down to Williams Point You can bust your
After a while we took in the clothes Nobody said very much Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants Which nobody really wanted to touch Mama
I'm going down to Rose Marie's She never does me wrong She puts it to me plain as day And gives it to me for a song It's a wicked life but what the hell
Nothing was delivered And I tell this truth to you Not out of spite nor anger But simply because it's true Now, I hope you won't object to this Giving
Long-distance operator Place this call, it's not for fun Long-distance operator Please place this call, you know it's not for fun I gotta get a message
I pulled out for San Anton I never felt so good My woman said she'd meet me there And of cource I knew she would The coachman, he hit me for my hook And
We carried you in our arms On Independence Day And now you'd throw us all aside And put us on our way Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun Would treat
Well, I've already had two beers I'm ready for the broom Please, Missus Henry, won't you Take me to my room? I'm a good ol' boy But I've been sniffin'
Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah, under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah ! Underneath that tree, there's just gonna be you and me Under that apple
Well you can tell everybody down in ol' Frisco Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello Now every boy and girl's gonna get their bang 'Cause Tiny Montgomery
Too much of nothing Can make a man ill at ease One man's temper might rise While another man's temper might freeze In the day of confession We cannot
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor litlle chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day with a nose full
If your mem'ry serves you well We were goin' to meet again and wait So I'm goin' to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive