Lyrics:
the waves And give us our second summer And you were right there By my side The devil on my shoulder Hail from the mountains of the Mohave Bring with you
flow through (flow through) In a land where the Mohave desert sings (sings) And the homesteaders gather with kindness in their wings (oh-oh) We've
thrive in this harsh reality (reality) In this desert dream, I'm finally free (finally free) (Ooh, yeah) In the Mohave desert, where the Joshua trees sway
Announcer's Voice: And now, live from From the Mohave Desert, it's the Fine Young Camels with their greatest (and only) hit ever c Drives Me Crazy I
chains and leather Mommy my hobbies be planes and cheddar And the strangest weather And the Mohave didn't rain forever But in the club its a different
style We were late, I made it hot like the Mohave Stay late in the studio so now we Can lounge in his and her Lex Jeeps Plush livin'
the 395 Double double in Mohave Took a left at Lone Pine I powered up the top of Mt Whitney They may not have a Jamba Juice but here they'll never get
hmm, hmmm Soft like a bullet in the head Wet like Mohave, like the Red Council flat music, Limerick Soft like a bullet in the head (Soft like a bullet
Now in this business, I blaze like the sun in Mohave Desert heller And like Cake or South Cali, never fear of Stormy Weather Cause my mission
chillin wit Yamazaki wit ninjas like Kawasaki Pounds dropping like a Omni Make this muthafuxaa wobbly Like a choppa it be choppy Let it burn like the Mohave
to the ground to blow a burning breeze Now it's hotter than Mohave in July Sixty million folks are seeking shelter from the lie Seas are risin' faster than
With the gypsyness if you smellin what i'm tellin The planet was wetro but now is starting to dry up looking real de-hi Real mohave my brohavies Spiggy
as planned Things rarely go as planned Returned to the modern-age Returned to societies chains She never felt as free As when she lived with the Mohave She
the 395 Double double in Mohave, took a left at lone pine I powered up the top of mt. Whitney They may not have a jamba juice but here they'll never get
is survival it ain’t a hobby Bitch I’m on fire like the Mohave (match sparks) Like California throughout the state Ate up steak aye threw out
Garvey Your pockets so DRY just like Mohave I make it rain like a rain forest safaray Free throw like I’m giannis on Sunday morning Always taking
Headin' out to the desert, where the Mohave sun shines bright (oh yeah) Four wheelin', kickin' up the dust, feelin' the thrill in the night (woohoo)
specializing in heady mop, toppin me so crazy i be begging her to really stop, flights to nevada just to meet in the Mohave, Dessert on me tryna get the plug
antro fresón o directo al malecón Que digan las bebés para pasarla al tenton Paso enfierrado en la mohave o en la raptor Apenas son 12 que empiece el
love's gettin' bigger Than the Mount of Everest Oh it is wider Than the whole Mohave It is deeper Than the Atlantic It has expanded To include the Milky
the 395 Double Double in Mohave - Took a left at Lone Pine I Powered up the top of Mt. Whitney They may not have a Jamba Juice but here they'll never get
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When me say, hot like the central mohave Electro south, marenge This flavor straight Caribbean,
the road we go Yeah Black top through the desert Got the windows rolled Mohave sun paints the sky those golden amber tones Radio static, ocean waves No
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