Got a grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties in Sin City Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get frigity-friends I'm at your bum-stickity-bum, hun The mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack And you can get the fickity-finger, the You little dizzy bitch, eatin' again Got a 6 craving, stop, get Ciroc 'bout to be an unbelievable night I called it surreal, Sir tape in Hit the spot, my next victim I'm picky like I missed a shavin' to sip vodka, shit Yeah, little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd her in the rear But I bet if I her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha) What are you, pit, rott, Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, lip-lock If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby pig snot nose You you're hot shit cause you're in heat Well, bitch, if solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin' My sick are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin' And drip-droppin' in chocolatey So you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig If not then kick rocks in flops And I the track So you have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!) So clairvoyance to this bangin and I'mma keep on saying All the shit I be hung for, and probably killed for saying And I will, but not until the day I pop a pill again Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma They saying I must it as Mohammad Until the Parkinson's done eat my brain And made me Williams crazy Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a to say this, but if the thought is entertaining I ain't stopping be sprayed it Oh my god, for man, not again I'm shaking But I tie a rope around this nob If they don't like it, got a that they can slob on until Wait I just what I was thinking What's it called again? I'm The thing the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and veiny Wait I think I got it, okay I got you, Robin Williams hanging Go in the lobby unless you came to slob me on kemosabe It's past time, like your hobby Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my then she me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious? Pretty a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer? That plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Got a wean her off it, weiner off it she took my fucking penis chopped it, and stuck it up her armpits And she to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet at least that's her train of thought is I came, saw, conquered, hit it quit it, and made up a plane of And I always end up giving bitches some complex And I don't apartment So your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, Now grab Cuisinart And me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite And that's just to get in bedroom, bitch Walked up to Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a Bet you if you get this old dog new tricks To get familiar I'll learn extra quick Kick a bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Bitch, I said that mask ain't for hockey Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy I'm making you sick, pretend you can't hear me You deaf, girl, I said you was I'll tell a bitch Bizarre Bitch, the fuck up and get in my car And suck my fucking dick I take a shit And I think my dick so come blow my mind And it like humble pie So my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run the Humvee Unless Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski So what's it gon' be? Put shit away Iggy You gon' blow that whistle on me (Squee!) I it 'Fore I get lost the gettin' off Like this is our exit, now hit the highway and try not to get lost 'Till we get to Las
(Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow)
Whatever happens here, here So let's go all the way Til we get to Las
Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night cable Treat women in my stable like flavors Looking she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days In 7 nights in the days and our Vegas We circles and packs, we the lifesavers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy I'll her with me when I show up to her crib waving And I tryna be the nice neighbor I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of And all I got is a gun left with a on it Next ho froze and it like I walked in to a jewelry store With a about a million dollars with mama And sat did an ALS challenge, huh I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it About to get my tatted again to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand Sitting on a bike in the If you ain't been through Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like on the Gram If she I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a lamp got her so chinky eyed Look she been getting high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while I'm like I'm shaking up dice in a can Listen, though ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss If is my passion I to give those who don't appreciate my presence The gift of my I don't who you been listening to Got me fucked up like in the chicken coop Bitch, I don't give a two Bitch, get the fuck out of my To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand And listen to you while you throw a tantrum though I have an affinity for witty banter Starting to feel like foulplay like Laimbeer up, she misunderstood me I said saint, por Thought I to wait, had four doors I knock a face off Give him the bottom of the like a baseball scoreboard (whatever) I leave the with my tab still open Won't even get a cab for you and friend The only fear I have is of And I won't even kick in we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las (Party, do it tomorrow)
Whatever happens here, here So go all the way dear Til we get to Las