[VERSE 1: Bosco Money]

To all the kings with diamond rings

And the slept on power to pull some strings

I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor

The jet black tinted-out Bentley driver

62 and Madison, scopin females

American Express take care of the details

Cause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of Iran

Motorcade down when I roam the land

"Window, James, I see something I like

Park on the corner, underneath the light"

"Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run?

'joyin the sun, havin fun?

I got a posse, a beeper, and money

And you're lookin fly - like a bunny"

"James, let her in, she's approachin the car

And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir"

I'm bout to do this right, like make the move

Until 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 jam

I like the doors on the ride, it's auto-slam

Stomp your feet and clap your hands

>From New York to the Netherlands

If that's too much road for your mind to pave

Feel the breeze and catch the wave



Catch

Catch the wave



[VERSE 2: Bosco Money]

Eager beaver, fixin it down

Chubby little sucker like a ???? hound

Can't let no water get inside the crib

So every now and then he might have to adlib

But that's alright, he don't get uptight

Got lots of friends who got network light

So week in and out, he ain't stuck

Broke countless mirrors, and still got luck

So by sundown, the damage fixed

Give it a smack with his tail and cracks open a Twix

He been savin and cravin and slavin for

You know it tastes so good, he start rockin the floor

Side to side, with the Flatbush Rock

Sayin, "All I wanna do is turn back the clock

Cause I'm a old beaver now, and I ain't got much

But yo - I still got the touch"

Stomp your feet and clap your hands

From New York to the Netherlands

If that's too much road for your mind to pave

Feel the breeze and catch the wave



Catch

Catch the wave



[VERSE 3: Bosco Money]

Old McDonald sittin on a fence

Livin in the present tense

Looked out on the settin sun

After all his work was done

Thought of places far away

And how he'd like to live each day

Took his rifle in his hand

And struck out on the desert sand

Down a mile or so he went

Qualified for government

Now he's livin on the moon 

Watchin politics balloon

Knottin money round the clock

Got his family hooked on rock

All his suits is gabardine

Envy is a shade of green

Stomp your feet and clap your hands

From New York to the Netherlands

If that's too much road for your mind to pave

Feel the breeze and catch the wave