Strolling down the strip, we were straight tripping Tipping all the dealers we were straight gin Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows smokes dope You can smell on our A bit of indo a little bit of girls Because we kind of curious what was under their skirts
Oh, we're fucking around They don't know we're fucking around
it, hit it, win it, stick around for a minute Throw another bill in it; though, be broke without credit You will be glad that you did, 'cause you'll be fucked up and With a gold digger who's pretty and thinks you're rich and witty
Oh, just fucking around They don't know we're fucking around
I'd stinking from drinking My boys are AWOL I'm I needed a room for the On to the hotel the beacon I a tip to this chick it was a chip worth a grip but that was it A wink and a key and I to my room Oh, not two, there were different whores all for me What a time what a place they won't remember my
No one knows, oh, we're just fucking They don't know we're fucking around
Soon afternoon came and I'd been up for two I had played the game with money and hos you know how it goes Our had ended with all the hos we befriended But our egos had since we went home empty handed Come on and let's go, let's go hit the road for four home We'll go and get stoned and no one know