Downtown Science - Catch The Wave Lyrics
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]To all the kings with diamond ringsAnd the slept on power to pull some stringsI know you're thinkin I'm the last survivorThe jet black tinted-out Bentley driver62 and Madison, scopin femalesAmerican Express take care of the detailsCause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of IranMotorcade down when I roam the land"Window, James, I see something I likePark on the corner, underneath the light""Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run?'joyin the sun, havin fun?I got a posse, a beeper, and moneyAnd you're lookin fly - like a bunny""James, let her in, she's approachin the carAnd pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir"I'm bout to do this right, like make the moveUntil 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 jamI like the doors on the ride, it's auto-slamStomp your feet and clap your hands>From New York to the NetherlandsIf that's too much road for your mind to paveFeel the breeze and catch the wave Catch Catch the wave[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]Eager beaver, fixin it downChubby little sucker like a ???? houndCan't let no water get inside the cribSo every now and then he might have to adlibBut that's alright, he don't get uptightGot lots of friends who got network lightSo week in and out, he ain't stuckBroke countless mirrors, and still got luckSo by sundown, the damage fixedGive it a smack with his tail and cracks open a TwixHe been savin and cravin and slavin forYou know it tastes so good, he start rockin the floorSide to side, with the Flatbush RockSayin, "All I wanna do is turn back the clockCause I'm a old beaver now, and I ain't got muchBut yo - I still got the touch"Stomp your feet and clap your hands>From New York to the NetherlandsIf that's too much road for your mind to paveFeel the breeze and catch the wave Catch Catch the wave[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]Old McDonald sittin on a fenceLivin in the present tenseLooked out on the settin sunAfter all his work was doneThought of places far awayAnd how he'd like to live each dayTook his rifle in his handAnd struck out on the desert sandDown a mile or so he wentQualified for governmentNow he's livin on the moonWatchin politics balloonKnottin money round the clockGot his family hooked on rockAll his suits is gabardineEnvy is a shade of greenStomp your feet and clap your hands>From New York to the NetherlandsIf that's too much road for your mind to paveFeel the breeze and catch the wave
