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