Tribe Of Gypsies What Cha Want
Rollin' with my brothers
On the streets of broken hearts
When the boys break out the bottle, that's when the
trouble starts
Straight chrome reflecting the summer scene
So much tequila I can't taste it
I hear the drums on the wind as we roll away
What you wanna do ?
I want to ride and kick it with my homies
What you wanna do ?
I got more chrome than Toni Iommy
On a psychedelic highway - as the room begins to spin
Got the MC rollin' numbers, let the Guru in !
Strange angels all around us asking if we want more
Hey look I gotta get outta here - if I could only find
the door
What you wanna do ?
I want to ride and kick it with my homies
What you wanna do ?
I got more chrome than Toni Iommy
