On the freeway in the county
Where the sun don't shine
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a bati man
Outside my cell deputies creep
And in this cell all I do is sleep
And I dream that I'm free

And I'm back on the reef
Where I throw my net out into the sea
All the fine heinas come swimmin' to me
They hold me and they promise me things
And when the tides high I cry like a little baby
Don't give me no right kinda love
I know Sunday mornin', I don't want no puppy lovin'

A hungry babe a new stylee
A hungry babe and a new stylee
And a hungry man is a angry man
And a hungry man is a angry man
I feel like rockin', I wanna rock with you

I've gotta contact on, gotta contact my, baby girl
But I would never could get up
Why does it have to be so damn tough?
With maietes and the ese's, yes, they're steady on the phone
But I'll be damned if the man with the shank in his hand
Will make me feel, feel a bati man
And I know that I'm free

And I'm back on the reef where I throw my net out into the sea
All the fine heinas come swimmin' to me
Hold me, baby, promise me
With no protection of my erection I won't get no VD
Don't give me no right kinda love
On a Sunday mornin', I don't want no puppy lovin'

Hungry babe are the new stylee
And hungry babe are the new stylee
A hungry dog is a angry dog
A hungry dog is a angry dog
I feel like rockin', I wanna rock with you

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BRADLEY JAMES NOWELL