Downtown Science Catch The Wave Lyrics

Catch The Wave Lyrics

[ 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