So crack a bottle,
let your body waddle,
don't act like a snobby model,
you just hit the lotto.
Uh-oh uh-oh,
bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe,
got one riding shotgun,
and no not one of 'em got clothes.
Now where's the rubbers?
Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em and
there's really not that many of us.
And ladies love us my posse's kickin' up dust,
it's on till the break of dawn
and we're starting this party from dusk.
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