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Freeway Time in L.A. County Jail
Lyricist:Floyd I (iv) Gaugh, Brad Nowell, Eric Wilson
On the freeway in the county, the sun don't shine I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a bati man Outside my cell, deputies creep And in this cell, all I do is sleep And I dream that I'm free and I'm back on the reef Where I throw my net out into the sea All the fine heinas come swimmin' to me They hold me and they promise me things And when the tides high, I cry like a little baby
Don't give me no right kinda love No Sunday mornin' Don't want no puppy lovin' Hungry babe, the new stylee Hungry babe, the new stylee And a, a angry dog is a hungry dog And, a hungry dog is angry dog I feel like rockin', I wanna rock with you
I gotta contact on, gotta contact my, baby girl But I would, never could get up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Why does it have to be so damn tough? With maietes and the ese's Yes they're steady on the phone I'll be damned if the man with the shank in his hand Will make me feel, I feel a bati man And I know, that I'm there, someday I
Back on the reef where I throw my net out into the sea All the fine heinas come swimmin' to me Hold me baby, promise me With no protection of my erection I won't get no V.D.
Don't give me no right kinda love No Sunday mornin' I don't want no puppy lovin' Hungry babe are the new stylee Angry dogs are hungry doggies A naked man is a naked man And a, a wicked dog is a hungry dog I feel like rockin', I wanna rock with you
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