Letras:
Little Red Coca Cola

Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little

To bring the Second Coming quicker Nigga, they ain't living properly Break 'em off a little democracy Turn their whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola

down down But my God was still coming Around around He was a salesman, I was a fool He had retirement, I had a stool And over bourbon and a coca cola

I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little Red

cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar, sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked bananas -- which was then the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola

you think about it it is rather disgusting I hail from the state where the dreamer dreamed a dream 40 years later, coca cola is king And I'm not referring

grass (Repeat Chorus) Mom brought us lemonade On a Coca-Cola tray Ice rattling in plastic glasses We'd see who drink the fastest Love to see you run Little

I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red and my brother Little Red

Chorus] [Bizzy Bone:] Now gimme some Henny, any brown liquor, Coca-Cola in ice Hittin the club, next to the bar, feelin so nice in my eyes A little somethin