Текст песни If You Have To Ask, Red Hot Chili Peppers
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Thinkin he s a wise guy Rob another bank He s a sock em in the eye guy Tank head Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in the eye He s not my kinda guy Never be Confusion proof Pudding s sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With a backslide dew said Yo homie Who you talkin to A backed up paddywagon Mackin on a cat s ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On boredom s face And a little lust To the fucky ass flea bass Most in the race Just lose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask You ll never know (chorus) Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go Don t ask me why I m flyin so high Mr. Bubble meets superfly In my third eye Searchin for a soul bride She s my freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my hand Magic on the one Is a medicine man Thinkin of a few Taboos that I ought to kill Dancin on their face Like a stage on vaudeville I feel so good Can t be understood Booty of a hoodlum Rockin my red hood (chorus) |