(Brooks)
Yup, yup, yup…come on, come on…
What’s Up??
Throw up those hands, we back again
Thought we gone with the wind
Where the lesbians?
The booze, and the broads and the mescaline
Born to win, born to sin, where we been?
Off in the drama like a thespian
Thought we might have fallen off, guess again
Walking through Hell with a pad, a pen and a fucking grin
I ain’t scared of shit ’cause I’ve seen it all
Bounce this time like a basketball
Kill myself just to fuck wit’ch y’all
If you stay fitter than a booty call
Let’s get this party started
Run knee deep in shit with a moron
Break a bong, sing a long, doing lines till the break of dawn
Fuckin
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