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Yea eh yeah Yeah eh Yeah eh eh Eh eh Yeah Yeah eh eh I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy Tipsy Come let's get freaky Freaky I got the money no Wishlist Wishlist Too many bottles no cheap thing Cheap thing She tell me that she miss me Miss me Her body hotter than chimney Chimney I go down no dipping Dipping Her skin stay so glistening She dancing on the floor Bad girl come and gimme more I love just how your body go I love just how her body rolling She dancing on the floor Bad girl come and gimme more I love just how your body go I love just how her body rolling rolling Tipsy tonight So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na Yeah she love to ride out Ride out In the Benz around town Round town Can't believe she's all mine All mine Whatever she need I don't mind Yeah yeah Gucci fendi on her On her Looking sexy oh my Oh my Feels just like a gold mine Oh yeah Whatever she need I don't mind Yeah eh She dancing on the floor Bad girl come and gimme more I love just how your body go I love just how her body rolling She dancing on the floor Bad girl come and gimme more I love just how your body go I love just how her body rolling rolling I might get tipsy tonight ah ah Please don't tease me tonight ah ah Control it Baby come hold me I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na I might get tipsy So please don't tease me tonight Oh na na na na Oh na na na na

Black-out Bill, he's my bud, he brings over Jack In the car to the Whisky It's 1: 30, stinking drunk, 50 cents in my pocket Turn around-Vicky! On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down One more round Quarter of two, what to do. Sharks start to circle My my my my my my my Last call alcohol, time we said bye-bye My my my my my my-Vicky! On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down One more round--one more round She said "start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty" Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty 14 yellow roses, windows for the light One more round One more round One more round One more round

Don't you worry, don't feel no pain Just wrap your lips around her Don't you fret none, don't feel no shame We're gonna roll 'er up, Mary Jane She's my baby rocket stone her eyes are green She smells like candy and her number is 13 They say she's growin' wild, wild like a weed They say she's loco crazy There's somethin' I best tell you I'm loco crazy too Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you And I heard you were lookin' for some action And I think I got just what you need And we were sittin' in a circle Passin' round and round Mary Jane, I want you Mary Jane, I need you I found my connection down at the beach And my heart started racin' 'cause she's at arm's reach I don't know why I feel this way 'bout you but I do I am hallucinating, this world, fine mess we're in I am imaginating, come to me, Mary, Mary Jane Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you Green buds inside you, green buds inside you Green buds inside you, green buds inside

Smash bam bif boom crack Party still goin' six in the mornin' Jim Beam, Courvoisier and Jack We're goin' down I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run Yo Zeke stop! At the liquor store We want some more I'd like to introduce you to my fifth That's who I'm with I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I'm free to exercise my downward mobility I'm free to exercise my downward mobility My downward mobility I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run

I got my wine Get out of my way Got a chip on my shoulder Had a real bad day Met a little girl Just thirteen She's a knock-down blue-eyed slut psycho-virgin tease Rock Queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now Got some time Won't go wrong Sittin' on the sidewalk Singing songs Take my baby home On the scene Turns out she's a koochie-koochie-koochie Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

Why do you think they call it dope? Nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain Trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers Little dears Showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is running, it's a stroke That's what I think when I'm so fucked up I can't even find the door Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? When your heart beats fast, you're so broke, in your car with the red Lights flashing Look sincere, smell like beer, roach in the ashtray Going to the pokey Thirty days later, ten bucks left, hands are shaking Looking for a dime bag Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Dirty little dopers on dope so bad Dirty little dopers on dope so bad When two and two turn into five you'll probably see it my way When bad is good, like it should, things turn upside down Some people say it's hip to say no, my town it's green light go For party rockin' angels now it's trigger happy Slang-bang-pow Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope?