The Toos Lyrics

i gotta tale of two weeks and a score of tens
fat pockets leaking money piles
he bet a late two g's and his daughter's benz
at last got beat and was thrown outside

he said c'mon i'm ready and bring the mad jedi
cause I gotta thing going up my sleeve
don't make me reach into my pocket i'm telling you
i'll pull out my wallet with a pair of deuces on it and
it's on

lift away
let it ride any number one two one
c'mon never been so ready let it ride any number one two one
two one oh

we hadda wait two weekends more in case
one's for keeps and the other is not
he said it's all gone baby
the creep twice bet he
thinks he's on a mission for some double superstition and
it's on

one time the last time
it'll be the best time
ride on many more times
till we're blind
keep your pockets itchin for a coupla late additions
and it's on

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