Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip tripping
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Tipping all the dealers we were straight gin sipping
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Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody smokes dope
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You can smell on our clothes
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A little bit of indo a little bit of girls
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Because we were kind of curious what was under their skirts
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Oh, we're just fucking around
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They don't know we're just fucking around
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Split it, hit it, win it, stick around for a minute
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Throw another bill in it; though, you'll be broke without credit
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You will be glad that you did, 'cause you'll be fucked up and faded
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With a gold digger who's pretty and thinks that you're rich and witty
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Oh, we're just fucking around
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They don't know we're just fucking around
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I'd been stinking from drinking
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My boys are AWOL I'm thinking
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I needed a room for the weekend
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On to the hotel with the beacon
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I gave a tip to this chick it was a chip worth a grip but that was it
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A wink and a key and I went to my room
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Oh, not two, there were three different whores all for me
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What a time what a place they won't remember my face
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No one knows, oh, we're just fucking around
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They don't know we're just fucking around
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Soon afternoon came and I'd been up for two days
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I had played the same game with money and hos you know how it goes
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Our weekend had ended with all the hos we befriended
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But our egos had landed since we went home empty handed
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Come on and let's go, let's go hit the road for four hours home
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We'll go and get stoned and no one will know
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Gin Sippin'
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| Ross Golan And Molehead |
