We´re all a bunch of brothers livin´ in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.

L.A. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it´s a race through a cotton pickin´ maze

The town makes me jump, it´s got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it´s got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb
Poppin´ hump, hump, hump, pop out

The action never stops, I´m as wild as can be
´Cos I´m shooting for the top and my best friend is Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!

Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
And between his legs was a sweat young lass

He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he´d love ´em all
By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because that´s when he thought that he heard a phone

Last night and the night before, I heard a
Fop outside, then I came in doors
Freak out!

Now that I told you a little something about the Flea
A little something about the Tree, a little something about me
I can´t leave you hangin´ but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the yang
And now, it´s time to hear him do his playin´, you better be burning Sherman!

We´re all a bunch of brothers livin´ in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.

Step out!