Ugly Americans Chilly at the Crib Lyrics:
I'm kicking back at the chill shack Felling kinda
slack relaxed and kinda like keroauc No I do not
drive a Cadillac I got the buzzmobile Cuz mobile
makes me feel like its the lovemobile I got the
cow print sheets on my sheets I always got the
black chuck taylors covering up my feets I got the
faux pas fake black marble paint covering up the
wood on my bookcase I cleans my teeth every once
in a while with tartar control backing soda
toothpaste I'm digging the laid back grooves of
stan getz and ciau gilberto I date a girl named
sister all that she's kinda hip and you know she's
puerto Rican I'm freaking and speaking of
tweaking The weekend's kinda sneaking up and baby
I'll be squeaking By I'm tweaked out and
freaked out and geek by the tile grout Its black
and green and scary and the tilex fumes is kinda
hairy I got the windows open hoping I don't
asphyxiate & die I guess I'm coping I'm
kinda insane oh man but I don't needs the rogaine
Can you stop the madness my badness is preplanned
I'm ready to recoil oh really no rally I don't
like to dilly I dally in the fillies you know they
dry me silly My shampoos got the aloe I don't wear
no mascara I paint my nails with manic panic
galaxy gold cause I don't carea What you think I
stinka so whata you nutta I think I had to fuck
your daughter in the butta I got the air
conditioner cranked up to 70 You know sometimes it
feels just like heaven g I got the butt juice
runnin down my lips I'm hips I know what cooks
I'm trips I'm tripping and dipping and skipping
along to my lou Doing whatever it is I think I
needs to oughta do I'm pulling out the amazing
spiderman bubblebath I got the black sheets on my
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/Rxsb ]bed sometimes I just have to laugh I get on the
phone and now I starts to get to dialing I'm
calling up my honey I'm smoking American Spirits
and smilin I'm feeling quite refreshed and I'm
felling quite nicely I'm calling up the cutie with
the booty cause she's spicy Spicier than the chili
con carne down at el arroyo I get a hold of some
girl named lenny and I calls her joyo My freezers
packed with chung king mini egg roll variety I'm
watching my weight so I can pack my ass wagon
tight here in society I'm playing it cool even
though it ain't that relaxin relaxin I'm checking
my cream and finding out I ain't got no jacksons I
rolling my lazy ass out of the bed but never
before 2:30 I'm washing my hair with j crew
shampoo when its uh dirty I get in my car its
kinda cool it ain't no caddy Its just a volkswagon
bug its kinda snug but it's a fatty I'm watching
the cable t.v. its on discovery I got the down
filled feather blanket to keep me toasty warm and
cover me I'm eating the cinnamon raison bagels
cause they's fat free Keeps me slim and trim and
looking tight and sassy Sassy like a motherfucker
like myself should look I'm reading herman messe's
steppenwolf because I heard it was a good book I'm
calling up my homeboy slowpoke just to see what's
been a shaking To find out what's up & maybe
whose heart he's breaking It's rough outside you
know sometimes I'd rather chill at home You
knows to spend a little quality time alone But
cruising round the town's not really what I'm
all about I'm pretty busy really chilly back and
kicking crazy jams out my house i'm nicely
rearranged and fresh and rested up I've tested
out the brain bong Gone long ago I'm agro easy
cool fool for the old school drooling on my pillow
case In case you haven't guessed oh yes I'm
blessed with flavor Savor every drop and don't
change my behavior
Cause it's a real good feel good day And things
are kinda trips but there looking my way I'm
taking my own advice I'm kicking back and
thinking bout the things I did I'm drinking Mr.
Pibb It's chilly at the crib
Lyrics: Chilly at the Crib, Ugly Americans [end]