Out In L.A.
1984
2:00
Official Music Video
Out In L.A. by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Lyrics & Translation
English
We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called LA
LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a cotton-picking maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some chumps, but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
Alike dump on a thumb
Pop hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
Because I'm shooting for the top, and my best friend's a Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop
But he never met the tree, so he never bebopped, hop out
Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
Wore a cold paisley jacket and a hella fine ass
In between his legs was a sweet young lass
Threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love them all
By the time he got to ninety-nine, he had to stop
'Cause that's when he thought that he heard a fop
Last night and the night before
I heard a fop outside, then I
Came indoors! Rock out!
Now that I told ya somethin' about the Flea
Somethin' 'bout the Tree
A little somethin' 'bout me
I can't leave you hanging 'bout my man Sherm Zee
He swings the yin, he bangs the yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his thang
You better be burnin' Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called LA
Step out!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Out In L.A. by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Out In L.A.* (original Red Hot Chili Peppers)
We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called LA
LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a cotton-picking maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some chumps, but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
Alike dump on a thumb
Pop hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
Because I'm shooting for the top, and my best friend's a Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop
But he never met the tree, so he never bebopped, hop out
Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
Wore a cold paisley jacket and a hella fine ass
In between his legs was a sweet young lass
Threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love them all
By the time he got to ninety-nine, he had to stop
'Cause that's when he thought that he heard a fop
Last night and the night before
I heard a fop outside, then I
Came indoors! Rock out!
Now that I told ya somethin' about the Flea
Somethin' 'bout the Tree
A little somethin' 'bout me
I can't leave you hanging 'bout my man Sherm Zee
He swings the yin, he bangs the yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his thang
You better be burnin' Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called LA
Step out!
Out In L.A. (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Todos somos un grupo de hermanos viviendo de una manera genial
Junto con seis millones más en este lugar llamado LA
LA es el lugar, enciende mi mente
Para mí, es una carrera a través de un laberinto de algodón
La ciudad me hace saltar, tiene un montón de chicas malas
Bueno, claro, tiene algunos tontos, pero aún así me divierto
A mi cuerpo le encanta robar cuando lamo la fruta madura
Igual que un vertedero en un pulgar
Salta joroba, joroba, joroba, sal
La acción nunca para, soy tan salvaje como puedo ser
Porque apunto a la cima, y mi mejor amigo es una Pulga
Oom Chucka Willy sabía que las bolas podían explotar
Pero nunca conoció el árbol, así que nunca hizo be-bop, salta
Antoine el Cisne, del bonito estanque de peces
Era un mal saltador de madre, podías decir que era fuerte
Llevaba una chaqueta paisley fría y un trasero increíble
Entre sus piernas había una dulce joven
Lanzó a cien mujeres contra la pared
Y juró por miedo que las amaría a todas
Para cuando llegó a noventa y nueve, tuvo que parar
Porque fue entonces cuando pensó que escuchó a un petimetre
Anoche y la noche anterior
Escuché a un petimetre afuera, entonces yo
¡Entré! ¡A rockear!
Ahora que te conté algo sobre la Pulga
Algo sobre el Árbol
Un poquito sobre mí
No puedo dejarte con la duda sobre mi hombre Sherm Zee
Él balancea el yin, él golpea el yang
Y ahora, es hora de escucharlo hacer lo suyo
¡Más te vale estar ardiendo, Sherman!
Todos somos un grupo de hermanos viviendo de una manera genial
Junto con seis millones más en este lugar llamado LA
¡Sal!
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