I can't help my feelings, I'll go out of my mind
These players come to get me 'cause they'd like my behind
I can't love my business if I can't get a trick
Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids

Woah, come on and kick me
Woah, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wipe
You've got your big cheese
I've 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 fable is a favorite treat
A man that don't bother with the taste of a teat

Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wipe
You've got your big cheese
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe

Oh, come on and kick me
Oh, come on and kick me
Come on and kick me
You've got your problems
I've got my ass wipe
You've got your big cheese
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe

I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe

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