Bat's Taxi
Smooth
Ah yeah
Thanks a lot Barbie
For laying it down like it is man
Like it is man
This song goes out to the yellow Taxi
Mainly, St. Petersburg FLA
Bat's Taxi, man
Bat's Taxi forever, yo
This one also goes out to my man Phil Collins
Man, cuz he knows you can't hurry love baby
So let me sing this one to you:
I'm on the tip like the black bean dip
My taxi moves me like the Love Boat ship does
When I'm right on, I'm the first to admit
That my lyrical presence is slammin'
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
Let me sing
Ring a ding ding ding a langa
Slice up the manga
Serve up the pie
The happiness pie
I got mine
I got me the hang of this thing
Yellow cab is singing yabadabadoo
Do it like Danza
Do it like Danzig
The dark chimpanza swings from the mic
Do what he like
Huetz Mike Flintstone Barney Ranza
The workbell rings
I start to sing
Doo wa diddy diddy like Manfred the Manza
Do what I canza
To make ends meata
Throw mama from a train like Danny Devita
Judd Hirsch Reaga, my role model
Got as much good advice
As De Palma’s got the waddle
Super model
They don't cuddle
They too busy swiggin from a 3 liter bottle of
Diet coke
Soap on the rope
Like on Father's Day
Old Spice, big boat
Now I got a paycheck
Citibank account
Gonna buy some presents
With my allowance
Like a toy or something
Or maybe a float
Or maybe a goat
Or a new peacoat
Or maybe some Halls to soothe my throat
I got a hunch that the Brady's bunch
Ali’s punch like the Captain’s Crunch
If I don't get hungry then I don't get lunch
But I get busy
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
Wait wait wait one second
I noticed something great
I used the word meata 2 times on this tape
Oh yeah that's a first
I know you're all aware I'm a lyric Einstein E=mc2
How bout this, I'll take your dare
You got my back Barbie Smooth?
Aw yeah
I'll use it again
Use it again?
Yeah I'll put magic word in the jam
Parking meter
Pocket pita
Stallone in Copland stinking up the theater
Stealing some change for a game of pinball
He's a pinball wizard like Elton John
He's in with Bickle, workin for the nickel
Like the Children of the Corn
Got the motherfuckin sickle
Conspiracy Theory got my sister teary
Mel Gibson almost died and it got her bleary
I'm not weary
Got a little theory
Do what you do and do it dearly
Now back to the cab
Back to the back
Back in black like a Marshall stack
Cause I'm a drummer, I love to drum
But now I'm drummin on a microfun
Like Phil Collins take a look at me now
I'll su sussudio if you don't watch out
Cause I gots your backs like the sales got tax
Receive my fax or slip brip brip brip brip
Clarence's sax drives Springsteens axe to thun-der-road
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
Cause
I'm on the tip of the black bean dip
My taxi moves me like the Love Boat ship does
When I'm right on, I'm the first to admit
That my lyrical presence is slammin'
And I got my cab
And that's all good son
And we got our cab
And that's all good son
Alright we're gonna send this one out to my man Robbie King down in St. Pete baby
Bat's Taxi forever
Don Cesar in the motherfuckin house ya'll
And treasure island ride the bikes
You know what I'm saying boy?
Peace