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 'cause 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 Fop Last night and the night before, I heard a Fop outside, then I came in doors Rock 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 Thing, 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!