JoJo war ein Mann
der immer sehr allein war;
er wollt' 'raus aus seiner Haut.
Jo verliess sein Haus in Tulsa
Arizona
dort hin
wo man Gras anbaut.
Geh heim
geh heim
dort hin
woher du kamst!
Geh heim
geh heim
dort hin
woher du kamst!
(Mach's gut Jo!)
Geh heim
geh heim
geh heim dort hin
woher du kamst
Geh heim "
Geh heim
Jo!
Sweet Loretta Martin dacht'
dass sie 'ne Frau wär'
trotzdem war sie auch ein Mann.
Alle Mädchen sagten
dass sie nun 'mal dran wär';
doch sie holt' sich
was sie kann.
Geh heim...
Mach's gut
Geh heim...
uh
Geh heim
Loretta
deine Familie wartet auf dich.
Was sollen deine hochhackigen Schuhe und deine
tief ausgeschnittene Bluse.
Geh doch heim
Loretta!
Geh heim...[Killa Hills intro features RZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, and "Grey Ghost"]
(...the skill of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*Ol Dirty singing in the background*
[Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels]
RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely over here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
RZA: Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone clicks*
GGh: Bobby Steels.
GZA: Huh?
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
GGh: A pleasure.
RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned?
GGh: Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
GZA: The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: Fucking hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost --
Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know no such person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't know who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing
his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird.