Lyrics:
Jennifer dates a man in a 60s cover band
He's the Ess-dog, or Sean if you wish
She's 18, he's 31
She's a rich girl, he's the son
Of a Coca-Cola
the door
For the girl who has more, she's a star
Tracy, go, go, go
Hey mama, welcome to the 60's
Your mama's hip (hip), your mama's in (in mama)
Your
freaky, she's so fine"
Soldier, he can't get her off his mind
Down the desert, to the sea
Leave the raving 60s all behind
Out of the blue, still
brother Billy Bixby
I utilize a sample that I salvaged from the 60's cause I'm picky
My meal must appeal to me like Morris
Far too many fraudulent
Exposure breeds discovery in the modern world
The 60's hairdos 90's eyes are just flashing lights
A touch of neon hinting class for the modern night
those cheesy 80's movies
epitomized in all things
we'd come to know
beachwood was a boheme
from the sexy 60's scene
grew up east of west hollywood
go
You're so beautiful (beautiful)
You could be a waitress
You're so beautiful (beautiful)
You could be an air hostess in the 60s
You're so
hell feudin, the 60's movement
The death of newton, the resurrection of clarence x students
The revolution, this is rebel music
The other day a young
and backpacks
With Knowledge-&-Fact-Tracks
Yo, my soul, infiltrate birth control
And control guns Huey P used to hold
I breathe life and through the 60's
is hard like (?)
I'ma take you to the 60's and burn my boxes
Yeah, and burn my boxes
You know what I'm saying? (?)
And you know where we live
Come on, drop us a line
Yeah, you look so groovy
And the chicks all scream
It's like a 60's movie
You know the one I mean
four-fifty and my ear lobe another sixty, you'll think I'm Rolling 60s
I'on't fuck with you look, 'cause you rock purses just like bitches
I buy purses for
go
You're so beautiful (beautiful)
You could be a waitress
You're so beautiful (beautiful)
You could be an air hostess in the 60s
You're so
Jacksonville to Miami, they can't keep no track of me
I know, a blue flag on my left, 'cause bitch I'm Rolling 60s
Been flippin' with Lil Quisey, hittin' licks
Look, I'm comin' straight off of Slauson
A crazy motherfucker named Nipsey
I'm turnt up cause I grew up in the 60s
Caution to you rap niggas try
Start runnin' from the cops
Crossover, rocked his ass
I'm coolin' in the 60's up in Slauson
In the Rucker in New York 'cause I'm a baller
This ho gave
the
Glizzy, if you play, become a fan of Crips
I think my soul back from the 60s
Reason they not understandin' me
Hey, if he bust domes and clutch on poles
He
a coward? (Real trap shit)
We'll take you out like a vowel
We'll make you die like a flower
He thought it was sweet but it's sour
Now I give 60s like
borin'
Call desperado, he gone come and join
I'ma south side, nothin' 60's ass nigga
I can buy you and have you
Takin' out the trash nigga
(Take my trash
The radio's on, it's some jazzy 60s song
She makes him laugh out loud by trying to sing along
But how many years has it been since she was
very down pat
now I'm tellin' brothers brown black lighter
fight for ya righta
I incite riots if they try that shit that happen in the 60's
I ain'ts
out
In the converse an dickies
Rollin v-12's an 850's
Then with the 60's
Fly like a frisbee, times
Different color lines
Since I'm down with
the 60's
On Cadillacs and cocaine
The realm that got me was
A burnin' ring of fire
Now there's a ring around my ranch
And I'm forever stuck inside
And we
prove it
Shooting up my shot and when I take it , I ain't losing
Tooting with the squad and you cant catch us cos we moving
Like I'm born up in the 60s
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