A wanna be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a
sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in
the eye He's not my kinda guy Never be Confusion proof Pudding's
sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With a backslide dew said Yo
homie Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's
ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On
boredom's face And a little lust To the fucky ass flea bass Most in the
race Just lose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked
as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some
If you
have to ask You'll never know (chorus) Funky motherfuckers Will not be
told to go
Don't ask me why I'm flyin' so high Mr. Bubble meets
superfly In my third eye Searchin' for a soul bride She's my
freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than
meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my
hand Magic on the one Is a medicine man Thinkin' of a few Taboos
that I ought to kill Dancin' on their face Like a stage on
vaudeville
I feel so good Can't be understood Booty of a
hoodlum Rockin' my red hood
(chorus)
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik - 1991
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