Hip Hop Thighs #17

Hip hop has blown my mind John Cash has done his time When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine With that english singer and your hip-hop thighs From guns on a roof to the azz in jazz To the reels and the rhyms of that gaelic trash Dancin with the ex-lead singer of The Clash Guns on the bar and his hands on your american ass Hip-hop has blown my mind John Cash has done his time When you and I were into speed and drinking wine And that singer thought you used Patsy Kline That local girl with those criminal thighs Cheek to cheek and their 3/4 time Tryin to make lemonade from limes But no lime he ever made nothing like I want? John Cash has done his time Hip-hop has blown my mind When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine I loved your soul and I loved your mind But I miss the lies and the speed and wine The bump and grind and your queasy smile And the prize that lies between your hip-hop thighs Your hip-hop thighs, your hip-hop thighs