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