Ike Reilly - Hip Hop Thighs #16 lyrics

Hip hop has blown my mind John Cash has done his time When you and I were in the weeds drinking wine I loved your soul and I loved your mind But I miss those hip hop thights Cold co*ked by Patsy Kline At an all night police bar one time From guns on a roof to the acid jazz To the reels and the rhyms of that gaelic trash Dancin with the next lead singer of The Clash Guns on the bar and his hands on your american a** Hip-hop tore up his mind Thought he was dancin with Patsy Kline Now the local girl off the police line Cheek to cheek and that 3/4 time Tryin to make lemonade from limes But no lime he ever made nothing like I walk the line John Cash has done his time Hip-hop has blown my mind I miss the lies and the weeds and wine And the bump and grinds and your queasy smile And the prize that lies between your hip-hop thighs Your hip-hop thighsx4