Money's Too Tight To Mention
[Pras] (Dante)
Uh, I mean I'm just sittin right here (California)
Ckeckin out these ladies right here, baby you hot
(This is where he saw her)
I mean you sexy, oh my God,
(I long to love her)
Imagine one question: "Where you from anyway?"
[Dante]
She's Miss California, hottest thing in West L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a marinello, hollywoods her favorite scene
Loves to be surounded with superstars that know her name
She's a rich girl from the top of the food chain
Love and material things, kinda lo
Uh, I mean I'm just sittin right here (California)
Ckeckin out these ladies right here, baby you hot
(This is where he saw her)
I mean you sexy, oh my God,
(I long to love her)
Imagine one question: "Where you from anyway?"
[Dante]
She's Miss California, hottest thing in West L.A.
House down by the water, sails her yacht across the bay
Drives a marinello, hollywoods her favorite scene
Loves to be surounded with superstars that know her name
She's a rich girl from the top of the food chain
Love and material things, kinda lo
St James Infirmary Blues
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.