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