Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do That There, artist - E-40. Album song Callin' Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2004
Record label: Mobile Home
Song language: English
Do That There |
Ladies and fellas, I was hella bored |
So I pedaled hella hard |
To a seminar in Zanzibar |
Ben &Jerry, tennis star, and Pat Benatar |
Ridin’on my handlebars |
That I had gaffled from a scrap metal yard |
When it fell apart, I got a rental car |
With mental Art Lemmon’s credit card |
Double-parked on the boulevard in front of Cinnabon |
Won a tug-of-war with a minotaur |
Then I toured the far north on a Portuguese man-o-war |
Santa Claus handed me a catalog |
The envelope attached on it said that you can have it all |
So I got an antelope from Manitoba |
Salad bowl, a catapult, a can of soda, paddleboat, a camera phone |
And also a Barry Manilow, autographed canteloupe and every episode of «Solid Gold» |
The antidote to Babylon and Amazon in an acid-washed can of salt |
Then her friend had tagged along, who looked at all on Appolonia |
When I do that damn thing, I do that damn thing |
I do that damn thing, I do that there (x2) |
Here’s the story folks |
Totally stoned, I rode the slopes of Mount Holyoke |
At 40 below, lo and behold |
My homey poked too many holes in my snowmobile wheels |
Now I’m rollin’on some Boboli’s with spokes |
Had to pony up the dough to get it all green and gold |
Mumble ho, stole an Oreo, a Polaroid, some saltines |
An overcoat from Walgreens, some corduroys, some sardines, canola oil |
All singin'"row, row, row ya boat" |
On and on, with Obi-Wan Kenobi, Shinobi and Kobe Bryant |
Pokemon and Pinnochio on the Okeefenokee, Sw& |
Europe, Portugal, Tokyo, Borneo and Coney Island |
With the Horny Toad Memorial Orchestra with Barry White |
Lyrics Born on rhymes, Maury Povich on viola, Berry Gordy on organ &Joe Torre |
on chimes |
Don Corleone gave accordions to Marlboro Marty |
When we recorded Jerome &Marcus singin'"oh-wee-oh-wee-oh" |
Whoa… Einstein, do it |
(Scratching &instrumentals) |
Whoa… Bring it back, now |
I met a hermit named Kermit McDermott with a learner’s permit |
Curb swervin’in a purple Suburban, slurpin an urange sherbert |
Eatin a turnip with the words «Dirty Dirty"written in cursive on his Burberry |
turban |
It was curtains |
At the circus in Berkley, saw a turtle with a girdle, a squirrel with a curl |
And the world’s biggest girl, Pearl |
Urkel swirled in a circle on a dirty-ass burgundy Murray bike |
I had some curry rice, a turkey burger and some curly fries |
Tried to return some worthless merchandise to Circuit City |
Customer service was certifiably shitty |
Courtesy clerk was nervous, kinda twitchy |
Had a dry-and-curl perm, reminded me of Lionel Richie |
Someone blurted out («Burrrrrr!») |
That’s when I turned around, observed |
Truck Turner had the burner out and pointed at a surfer |
Mr. Furley burst out the beauty purlor in curlers |
And a security jersey, thermos full of Wild Turkey |
[Chorus til end |