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Much More Than Much Love (Finley Quaye) · Too Much Is Always Better Than Not Enough (Diamond Dogs) · Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · The Body and Soul of Tom Jones/Tom Jones Sings She's a Lady (Tom Jones) · Tom Tom Club [Deluxe Edition] (Tom Tom Club) · Tears for Beers (Tears for Beers) · Blood, Sweat & Beers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blood, Sweat and Beers (Long Tall Texans) – and 90 other albums »


Beer one tastes just like a beer
Beer two, a little bit better than one
Beer three, beer four
Yeah, that was pretty damn good so hand me one more
Beer
I know it's a sad sad tale so for it has no end
I know I drank too much though I didn't take thirst
Oh I'd have a beer or two and it just seemed
see
Catch my flow

More woman than you'll ever need
I'll get it right until the job gets done
More man than you'll ever be
You'll get two lovers for
and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

[Chorus]
[Poc]
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

[Chorus]
[Poc]
surprised more of y'all don't get hit by cars
Missing your surroundings, staring at the stars
I'm lonely without a woman that wants to spar
That's why I spent
and much bigger than a Chub Rock
Our types of lyrical styles? yes the Schnickens can pick 'em
I burp, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em

[Chorus]
[Poc]
write my lyrics to you, you the perfect instrumental
I sound better than the cat who rappin' to you now
That's between me and you, what happened to us
what I mean? 
I get cash and still wear Jordache jeans 
You thought your drug-dealing man was much better 
Because he always came and got you in
and still wear Jordache jeans
You thought your drug-dealing man was much better
Because he always came and got you in a plush Jetta
Or a Audi, a Benz,
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where they fit in
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid