He's a hawker, shy with who he's deared the rice
She's a player, he's made the temp to rise
Peroxide ear, angelin' in his lips
Lookin' at the new look you've never seen
Does he think she can hear bones rollin' in her flesh?
She thinks she can already see him undressed
He-heavily did, hip-tack-toe
Hip-tom-a-ping, he ready to roar
Who's the pimp and who's the *
Who's the rider and who's the horse?
Who's gonna throw,
load the dice And who's gonna win the lowest price?
Who's gonna win the lowest price?
Who's gonna win the lowest price?
Who's gonna throw, load the dice and...
Ooooooooh
Ooooooooh
Any money bro,
catch the snake on the dance floor
If it hollers, let it bite
With those slick trimmed, those frosted eyes
Any money bro, plop the chicken by the door
If the fever is spitting the cup,
let it wear it for a while
It's all about the passes you choose to throw
It's all about you there at the
crossroads Or you'll hurt my baby of gold
Creepy canino,
catch his beggars on the dashboard With your daughters you may hide
Those fake lips and those empty eyes In the stupid home,
it's the target to snag the toes
With your colours,
it's online,
ta-ting,
flossing by the tie
He's a hooker,
shy with creepy device She's a player,
hates to make the temperature rise
Who's gonna win the last prize?
He's an eagle,
swing,
he's a match for a king Or a dragon,
ready to score
It's all about the passes you choose to throw
It's all about you there at the crossroads
Or you'll hurt my baby of gold
It's all about the passes you choose to throw
It's all about you there at the crossroads
Or you'll hurt my baby of gold
Twinbeats, mighty tiny bells,
30's, bloody fury lows
Who's me,
I'll go,
quickie,
quiet,
crying fellows
Indie, beanie, mighty no,
twinbeats, mighty tiny bells
30's, bloody fury lows,
quickie, quiet, crying fellows