[ 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 wanna 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
