viernes, 18 de diciembre de 2009

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy. Put my glasses on, I'm out the doorI'm gonna hit this city .Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack.Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talking - pedicure on our toes, toes. Trying on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowing up our phones, phones. Drop-topping, playing our favorite cds. Pulling up to the parties. Trying to get a little bit tipsy. Don't stop, make it popDJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, Imma fight, Till we see the sunlight. Tick tock, on the clock,But the party don't stop.Ain't got a care in world, but got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here And now the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger. But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger. I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk. Boys trying to touch my junk, junk. Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk. Now, now - we goin till they kick us out, out. Or the police shut us down, down. Police shut us down, down.

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