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I've got little bottle rockets hiding in my sweaty pockets Plotting Commy plots to wreck the mix and turn us all into Communists Killing crickets in the blitz with Agent 56 Smokin all our vodka drinkin all our red red cigarettes And I'm not gettin through I thought y'all knew Will you drop the one into my cage in the Oakland Zoooooooooo I'm out coolin with the Captain Max I'm out coolin with the Captain Max Ahoooooo Till the love comes back (Alright) Life in Technicolor times another sucker down the line Another day another dime another page another line And I'm still comin up Yeah I just don't give a fuck naw This KGB thing baby is gonna fuck you up You gotta rock rock shimmy shimmy pop pop gimme gimme Bang bang baby come on we got to get it on I met my connection and I'ma roll my way back home (Oh look out y'all) I'm out coolin with the Captain Max I'm out coolin with the Captain Max I must move and let the hype refract I'm out coolin with the Captain Max Ahoooooo Till the love comes back (Alright) From Letras Mania