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. The action never stops I'm as wild as can be. 'cos I'm shooting for the top. And my best friend is flea. Oom chucka willy knew the balls to pop. But he never met the tree. So he never be-bopped out hop!. 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 phone. Last night and the night before. I heard a fop outside. then I came in doors. Freak out!. 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 playin'. You better be burning sherman!. We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way. Along with six million others in this place called l.a.