Strolling down the strip, we were strip tripping Tipping all the dealers we were gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody dope You can smell on our A little bit of indo a bit of girls Because we were kind of what was under their skirts
Oh, we're fucking around They don't know just fucking around
Split it, hit it, win it, around for a minute Throw another in it; though, you'll be broke without credit You will be glad that you did, 'cause be fucked up and faded With a digger who's pretty and thinks that you're rich and witty
Oh, we're just fucking They don't know we're just fucking
I'd been stinking from 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 worth a grip but that was it A and a key and I went to my room Oh, not two, were three different whores all for me What a time what a they won't remember my face
No one knows, oh, we're just fucking They don't we're just fucking around
Soon afternoon came and I'd been up for two I had played the same with money and hos you know how it goes Our weekend had with all the hos we befriended But our egos had landed since we went empty handed Come on and let's go, let's go hit the road for four hours go and get stoned and no one will know