Lyrics:
I haven't much to offer
But my future looks bright
I do what I do well
I'll always get by
And I don't even have the right to ask you
But I've
to say
I'd probably shake it the same dang way
Hike it up high so I could get it some
I'd never buy another beer if I had one
You know things would
the censor on our tails (good boy)
We certainly do get around
Like Webster's Dictionary we're Morocco bound
We're off on the road to Morocco
Well
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life ain't
Gangsta
J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Please, please
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip,
God for
So, thank God
I get to wake up by your side and thank God
Your hand fits perfectly in mine and thank God
You loved me when you didn't have
frau
You get to know life when married to a low life
Boy! what love has done to me
I can`t hold my head up
The butcher, the baker, oh no he`s
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Slug by slug, weed by weed
Boy this garden's got me t'd
All the insects come to feed
On my
ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup (sorry, I ain't sorry)
I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough (sorry, I ain't sorry)
at parties
And that they should be in bed asleep by nine
The babysitter came in then and
We kissed the kids goodbye
And told them that we'd be home soon
you
Give up, give up; don't you say that I'd be better off
Better off sitting by myself and wondering
If I'm better off, better off without you, boy
grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get fucked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your dick
And by the time I hit the highway
She called to tell me goodnight one more time
And she'd say, "Love you, miss you, mean it
Boy, I'll see you when I'm
was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)
Cocaine
When I don't get nothing back
Boy, I'm tired
Where'd you go when you stayed behind?
I looked up and inside down and outside only to find
A double
walking down the street
You'd better
Stop real still, look both ways
Listen or you'll get in trouble
When you see her go struttin' by
Giving you
thinkin' about
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!
And when I pick up a sandwich to munch
A crunchy crunchety
A crunchety crunch
I never ever get to finish my
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
settlin'
Big iron hips with the holsters
I'd be lookin' mighty fine on a poster
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me
If I was a cowboy,
that boy someday
Her Daddy's waitin' up 'til half past twelve
When they come sneakin' up the walk
He says, "young lady get on up to your room
While
wit' a big yacht
Sippin' Yamazaki on the rocks
He went to Jared, I went to Chaumet out in Paris
Yeah, you fucked up the first stone, we had to get
man alive
He said I'd give a rib for just somebody to talk to
Well thunder and lightnin' out providin'
You came strollin' by
She said, call me up
When the boys get to poppin'
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
[Chorus]
When the boys get to poppin'
Get get down
Get
to him
Boy you'd better begin
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are
You should've been sweeping up
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