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 on our clothes A little bit of indo a bit of girls Because we were kind of what was under their skirts
Oh, we're just fucking don't know we're just fucking around
Split it, hit it, win it, stick for a minute another bill in it; though, you'll be broke without credit You will be glad 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 around They don't know we're just around
I'd been from drinking My are AWOL I'm thinking I needed a for the weekend 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, there were three whores all for me What a time what a they won't remember my face
No one knows, oh, we're fucking around They don't know just fucking around
afternoon came and I'd been up for two days I had played the same with money and hos you know how it goes Our weekend had ended all the hos we befriended But our egos had since we went home empty handed Come on and go, let's go hit the road for four hours home We'll go and get and no one will know