Why I Am Tweeting All The Lyrics To Wil Wil West
Because you'll need them at tomorrow night's campaign finance reform Brewhaha, where I have been reliably informed that Will Smith's song will be on loop as the panelists take their seats. And somebody's got to test the mics before the show. So...er...
CAMPAIGN FINANCE CORRAL: Wild Wild West, Jim West, desperado, rough rider, No you don't want nada, None of this, six gun in this, brotha runnin this, Buffalo soldier, look it's like I told ya Any damsel that's in distress Be out of that dress when she meet Jim West Rough neck so go check the law and abide Watch your step with flex and get a hold in your side Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react, You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at, With all of this, from the start of this, Runnin the game, James West tamin the west so remember the name Now who ya gonna call? Not the G.B.'s Now who you gonna call? *G double E G* If you have a riff with people wanna bust, Break out before you get bumrushed at the (Wild Wild West) When I roll into the (Wild Wild West) When I stroll into the (Wild Wild West) When I bounce into the (Wild Wild West)
Understand me son, I'm the slickest they is.