We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way

Along with six million others in this place called LA

LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze

For me, it's a race through a cotton-picking 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

Alike dump on a thumb

Pop hump, hump, hump, pop out

The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be

Because I'm shooting for the top, and my best friend's a Flea

Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop

But he never met the tree, so he never bebopped, hop out

Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond

Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong

Wore a cold paisley jacket and a hella fine ass

In between his legs was a sweet young lass

Threw a hundred women up against the wall

And he swore to fear that he'd love them all

By the time he got to ninety-nine, he had to stop

'Cause that's when he thought that he heard a fop

Last night and the night before

I heard a fop outside, then I

Came indoors! Rock out!

Now that I told ya somethin' about the Flea

Somethin' 'bout the Tree

A little somethin' 'bout me

I can't leave you hanging 'bout my man Sherm Zee

He swings the yin, he bangs the yang

And now, it's time to hear him do his thang

You better be burnin' Sherman!

We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way

Along with six million others in this place called LA

Step out!