Cheez-z-fux

Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'.
Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'.
He's tryin to say as he struts.
He's got gold chains and hairy chest.
He's lookin' sick in his Saturday night best.
John Travolta, Neon bounce.
Money, Gambino, dry martini, yeah.
Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'.
Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'.
What is your sign, sweetcakes?
Have I seen you somewhere before?
Can I check your tags?
I swear you were made in Heaven!
Disco fever, trampy hoes,
El Camino in a confidential.
Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'.
The butterfly colour,
in the city gone pumpin, pumpin' pumpin', pumpin'.
Put on your fatty gold chain.
Your pimpin' and struttin' your stuff.
Your walkin' down the Ave.
Actin' like you're above.
Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'!
Butterfly colour in the city gone pumpin',
the butterfly colour!
1,2,3, Stop!
Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin!
The butterfly colour in the city gone pumpin',
the butterfly colour!
He saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
That wide-brimmed hat, that fake pink fur coat,
and those fishnet stockings...
She was just like him....
She was just like him....
She was just like him....
She was just like him....
....A PIMP!