Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip Tipping all the dealers we straight gin sipping Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody smokes You can on our clothes A little bit of a little bit of girls Because we were kind of curious what was under skirts
Oh, we're fucking around They don't know we're just around
Split it, hit it, win it, around for a minute Throw 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 thinks that you're and witty
Oh, just fucking around They don't know we're fucking around
I'd stinking from drinking My boys are I'm thinking I a room for the weekend On to the hotel 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 went to my 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, just fucking around They don't know we're just around
Soon afternoon came and I'd been up for two I had played the same game with money and hos you know how it Our had ended with all the hos we befriended But our egos had landed we went home empty handed Come on and let's go, go hit the road for four hours home We'll go and get stoned and no one will