Me And My Monkey(Explicit)

It was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and roller blades Smokin' filtered tips, Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged Jet-black Chevrolet He had the soft top down He liked the wind in his face He said, "Son, you ever been to Vegas." I said, "No." He said, "That's where we're gonna go. You need a change of pace." And when we hit the strip With all the wedding chapels and the neon signs He said, "I left my wallet in El Segundo." And proceeded to take two grand of mine We made tracks to the Mandalay Bay Hotel Asked the bellboy if he'd take me and my monkey as well He looked into the passenger seat of my car And with a smile he said, "If your monkey's got that kind of money, sir Then we've got a monkey bed" Me and my monkey With a dream and a gun I'm helpin' my monkey Don't point that gun at anyone Me and my monkey, like Butch and the Sundance Kid Tryin' to understand why he did what he did Why he did what he did And at the elevator I hit the 33rd floor He had a room up top with the panoramic views Like nothing you've ever seen before He went asleep in the bidet And when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered some Okie Doke Forty minutes later, There came a knock at the door In walked this big, bad-ass baboon into my bedroom With three monkey whores "Hi, my name is Sunshine These are my girls Lace my palm with silver, baby Oh yeah, and then I'll rock your world" So, I watched pay-per-view And polished my shoes and my gun Was diggin' on Kurt Cobain sing about Lithium There came a knock at the door and in walked Sunshine "What's up?" "You'd better get you ass in here, boy Your monkey's havin' too much of a good time" Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey Don't point that gun at anyone Me and my monkey Like Billy the Kid Tryin' to understand Why he did what he did Why he did what he did Got tickets to see Sheena Easton The monkey was high Said it was a burnin' ambition to see her Before he died We left before encores He couldn't sit still Sheena was a blast, baby But my monkey was ill When I played blackjack Kept hittin' 23 Couldn't help but notice This Mexican just starin' at me Now was it my monkey I couldn't be sure It's not like he'd ever seen a monkey in roller blades And dungarees before Now don't test my patience 'Cause we're not about to run That's a bad ass monkey, baby And he's packin' a gun "My name is Rodriguez," he says With death in his eye "I've been chasin' you for a long time amigos And now your monkey's gonna die" Me and my monkey Drove in search of the sun Me and my monkey We don't wanna kill no Mexican But we've got Ten antsy fingers and walked into the kill When the monkey is high You do not stare, You do not stare You do not stare Looks like we got ourselves a Mexican stand-off here, boy And I ain't about to run Put your gun down boy How did I get mixed up with this fuckin' monkey anyhow