Strolling the strip, we were straight strip tripping all the dealers we were straight gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, knows everybody smokes dope You can on our clothes A little bit of indo a little bit of Because we were kind of curious what was under their
Oh, we're fucking around They don't 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 will be glad that you did, 'cause you'll be fucked up and With a gold digger who's pretty and that you're rich and witty
Oh, we're just fucking don't know we're just fucking around
I'd been from drinking My boys are I'm thinking I a room 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 wink and a key and I to my room Oh, not two, there were three whores all for me What a time what a place they won't my face
No one knows, oh, we're fucking around They don't know we're fucking around
Soon afternoon and I'd been up for two days I had played the game with money and hos you know how it goes Our weekend had ended all the hos we befriended But our egos had landed we went home empty handed Come on and go, let's go hit the road for four hours home go and get stoned and no one will know