Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

There I was, yeah I just sat down in the seat you left You walked up I said "what are you doing with your beautiful self?" You rolled your eyes but you laughed and your song came on I begged you for a dance and we danced And it was on, eyes locked, clock

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Dirty soda in a styrofoam Spend a day to get my mind blown Dress it up and go to NASA 200 Miles on the dash Gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapid We the ones that kept it cool With all these niggas 'til these niggas start

It's still rock and roll to me Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? "Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?" Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? "Welcome

Now they're planning the crime of the century Well what will it be? Read all about their schemes and adventuring It's well worth a fee So roll up and see And they rape the universe How they've gone from bad to worse Who are these men of lust, greed, and

Hard as a rock Well, it's harder than a rock Well, it's harder than a rock, yeah Harder than a rock A rollin' rock, electric shock She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop She line 'em up, push you 'round Smokin' rings going round and round Her hot potatoes

I can get back on, I can get back on And the next it's falling in on me One day I feel I'm on top of the world One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel And the next it's rolling over me It?s a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It?s a far cry

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Get it on rider And if you want it, you can lean on me Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on Let it out rider Well, we all need someone we can lean on Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on She said, my breasts, they will always be open Baby, you