Lies Songtext
von Wendy O. Williams
Lies Songtext
When I was 17 I took a plane to the coast
I took my friend Ronda ′cause she's really the most
We were cruising the strip you know, Sunset and Peco
And in less than five minutes we met a guy named Rico
He drove up to the curb in a chopped Rolls Royce
He had a tan from a bottle and a radio voice
I said ′Yo, banana, are you ready to ill?'
And he took us to a party in Beverly Hills
On the way over we stopped at the beach
Rico went in for a tea bag named Leach
Robin was cookin', he was ready to go
He said "Didn′t I meet you in Monte Carlo?"
When we got to the party the butler opened the door
And I knew that I′d seen him somewhere before
It was Shirley MacLain dressed up as a man
She said "Om Shanti, welcome to La La Land"
Vanna White was there and they were playing a game
But the numbers on the wheel were all the same
I didn't see Jerry Falwell or Jessica Hahn
But I was told they were upstairs getting it on
Hugh Heffner arrived with a bunch of skeezers
The Chippendale dancers were real crowd pleasers
The Duke and Duchess of Windsor were really nice
They brought some underground films of Gary Hart and Donna Rice
In Beverly Hills they refuse to be beat
So it was Chicken McNuggets, all you can eat
On the scene that evening was a blond guy name Dock
He screamed the crowd "Are you ready to rock?"
(Rock, rock, what?)
(Rock, rock, what?)
"Oh yea, oh yea" they said, waiving they′re hands
I said "I give you Ultrafly, number one in the land"
I stepped up to the mic and delivered my weapon
La La Land was transfixed in a second
From Frisco to Tiajuana they were feeling my jam
And those who felt it know I am what I am
I'll deliver so heavy like not other assault
I move the earthquake meters on the San Andreas fault
When morning came we were still going strong
But our flight left at noon I had to break from the throng
Mary Heart was screaming "Outta sight, outta sight!"
They were shooting the party for Entertainment Tonight
They wanted me to stay and co-host the show
But I had a jam in NYC and I had to go
Besides it ain′t my thing to be a co-host
And that's the story of my first trip to the coast
I took my friend Ronda ′cause she's really the most
We were cruising the strip you know, Sunset and Peco
And in less than five minutes we met a guy named Rico
He drove up to the curb in a chopped Rolls Royce
He had a tan from a bottle and a radio voice
I said ′Yo, banana, are you ready to ill?'
And he took us to a party in Beverly Hills
On the way over we stopped at the beach
Rico went in for a tea bag named Leach
Robin was cookin', he was ready to go
He said "Didn′t I meet you in Monte Carlo?"
When we got to the party the butler opened the door
And I knew that I′d seen him somewhere before
It was Shirley MacLain dressed up as a man
She said "Om Shanti, welcome to La La Land"
Vanna White was there and they were playing a game
But the numbers on the wheel were all the same
I didn't see Jerry Falwell or Jessica Hahn
But I was told they were upstairs getting it on
Hugh Heffner arrived with a bunch of skeezers
The Chippendale dancers were real crowd pleasers
The Duke and Duchess of Windsor were really nice
They brought some underground films of Gary Hart and Donna Rice
In Beverly Hills they refuse to be beat
So it was Chicken McNuggets, all you can eat
On the scene that evening was a blond guy name Dock
He screamed the crowd "Are you ready to rock?"
(Rock, rock, what?)
(Rock, rock, what?)
"Oh yea, oh yea" they said, waiving they′re hands
I said "I give you Ultrafly, number one in the land"
I stepped up to the mic and delivered my weapon
La La Land was transfixed in a second
From Frisco to Tiajuana they were feeling my jam
And those who felt it know I am what I am
I'll deliver so heavy like not other assault
I move the earthquake meters on the San Andreas fault
When morning came we were still going strong
But our flight left at noon I had to break from the throng
Mary Heart was screaming "Outta sight, outta sight!"
They were shooting the party for Entertainment Tonight
They wanted me to stay and co-host the show
But I had a jam in NYC and I had to go
Besides it ain′t my thing to be a co-host
And that's the story of my first trip to the coast
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