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Funky Fresh Country Club
Ugly Kid Joe
Funky Fresh tunes and you're walking down the street
and you're trying to find the girl that you really want to meet
You're flying past the reef and you're drinking shrunken heads
you wake up in the morning and you wish that you were dead
Pre As you stagger home in the blackest form of night
The rollers out in force baby they're looking for a fight
You try to play the game you try to pass the test
But the only thing in sight baby is the sight of your arrest
Jail cellchains off me I'm free
Doing time Mine, all mine, all mine
Now the country club is cold and the country club is mean
the attendants at the country club ain't something to be seen
If you're messing with my girl you're messing with your life
cause I'm gonna cut you with a big, big, big, big, big, big, big knife,
you bet your fuckin' life!
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I wanna tell you a story baby I hope you wanna hear
I wanna tell you a story baby I hope you wanna hear
I was going downtown in the back of a car
some motha 'fucka' left the door ajar (uh huh)
Remember what your parents said
be home by eight and in your bed (uh huh)
repeat prerepeat
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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