Catch the Wave

[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ] To all the kings with diamond rings And the slept on power to pull some strings I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor The jet black tinted-out Bentley driver 62 and Madison, scopin females American Express take care of the details Cause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of Iran Motorcade down when I roam the land "Window, James, I see something I like Park on the corner, underneath the light" "Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run? 'joyin the sun, havin fun? I got a posse, a beeper, and money And you're lookin fly - like a bunny" "James, let her in, she's approachin the car And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir" I'm bout to do this right, like make the move Until I'm uptight, outta sight, and in the groove "Cigarette, James - thank you" "Now darling, what would you like to do?" We got the radio pumpin, they're playin my jam I like the doors on the ride, it's auto-slam Stomp your feet and clap your hands >From New York to the Netherlands If that's too much road for your mind to pave Feel the breeze and catch the wave Catch Catch the wave [ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ] Eager beaver, fixin it down Chubby little sucker like a ???? hound Can't let no water get inside the crib So every now and then he might have to adlib But that's alright, he don't get uptight Got lots of friends who got network light So week in and out, he ain't stuck Broke countless mirrors, and still got luck So by sundown, the damage fixed Give it a smack with his tail and cracks open a Twix He been savin and cravin and slavin for You know it tastes so good, he start rockin the floor Side to side, with the Flatbush Rock Sayin, "All I want to do is turn back the clock Cause I'm a old beaver now, and I ain't got much But yo - I still got the touch" Stomp your feet and clap your hands >From New York to the Netherlands If that's too much road for your mind to pave Feel the breeze and catch the wave Catch Catch the wave [ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ] Old McDonald sittin on a fence Livin in the present tense Looked out on the settin sun After all his work was done Thought of places far away And how he'd like to live each day Took his rifle in his hand And struck out on the desert sand Down a mile or so he went Qualified for government Now he's livin on the moon Watchin politics balloon Knottin money round the clock Got his family hooked on rock All his suits is gabardine Envy is a shade of green Stomp your feet and clap your hands >From New York to the Netherlands If that's too much road for your mind to pave Feel the breeze and catch the wave