(Lita Ford/Kim Fowley/Jackie Fox) No one here gets out alive. Pushing power in overdrive. Cobra kings wet and wild. Love the devil thats in your smile Let me tell yuo what we been doing. Neon
trip when playas meet, get on this level nigga what Girl talkin' like she gon be famous tonight. She got that groove's tellin' her that she can take that. The beat got her trippin' and the heat got her
train. Train brushes colder than glass scars That chick had one in the chamber. Just when I thought I was out of danger. Phone ring and I still went out and banged her. Banged her, it's all * up
P. L. O. style Buddha monks with the owls. P. L. O. style Buddha monks with the owls. P. L. O. style Buddha monks with the owls. P. L. O. style Here comes the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus
shame. Because her momma was a workin' on the chain gang Yeah, sock a little polk salad to me, you know I need me a mess of it. Sock a little (Chick-a-boom, chick-a-boom-boom-boom). (Chick-a-boom
boys gatta appetite for life. We know what we want and we do what we like, . . Why don't you let go of all the things on your mind, . Try to loosen up an do it Bajan Style, . . Oh! Don't you know
boys gatta appetite for life. We know what we want and we do what we like, . . Why don't you let go of all the things on your mind, . Try to loosen up an do it Bajan Style, . . Oh! Don't you know
. Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day, Saturday, put the gat away. Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way. 'Cause Sunday back to gunplay. Mo' **** start