Danny was an old-time, Bourbon Street barker Who wanted the same as Charlie Parker And always cued-up a ball Thinking he was one rack away But even when
As I was motivatin' back in town I saw a Cadillac sign sayin' 'No Money Down' So I eased on my brakes and I pulled in the drive Gunned my motor twice
Ain't that the way the luck goes Seems like it never can be found Break my back to make those bank notes Payin' on an almost always broken down Fix that
You're a well paid scientist You only talk in facts You know you're always right 'Cause you know how to prove it Step by step A PhD to show you're smart
I know you're disappointed in the way I handled things You're thinking I misread the times and acted cowardly And since what I do affects us both and
I'm a working On the line Six days at a time With a shovel and a spade I'm digging for the shade But I keep getting paid the same 1) Been working for
(Chris Hillman/Bill Wilds) They tell me I'm the talk of the town I've been staying home alone every night It's nobody's business where I'm bound As
[guru] First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best be ghost I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen
You said that you'd be mine and we signed that dotted line I thought that we'd be happy, you and me If I had only known your love was just a loan For
[Intro] We blowin' money bitch I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid I go hard, I go hard, gettin paid [Chorus] We don't even count the money no more we
I always do the wrong thing But for a very good reason Always do it wrong But it feels right So forgive me now And forgive me later I'll pay you back
I got drunk with a real nice guy last night In a mood to talk or fight And he said, "What's the matter You don't look like you do so bad" I said, "I
Go on, girl, take your chances See how long you can go on from man to man I can read the lines between your stolen glances And I know it's time to fold
Working L.A., tryin' to get paid tha right way But somehow the right way don't pay I'm comin' home late every night gotta struggle an fight Wit' tha base
30 G's and with not deep could the game get 4 ki's in the safe and I aint to be fucked with living like a baller done cross to that other level they bury
Drinking, gambling and women Stealin' hearts and playin' with guns But the laws the law and baby that's a fact And now I'm on the run But this song ain
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue sea tell your pa pa-paya you're comin' home with me . . . yip! My sweet pa-paya mamma wears a bamboo skirt
Walkin' down to denver town I watched the western sun go down. Thought that I would stop a while, Switch around my tv dial. Got some free tee vee . . .