On some rodeo man Best thing he ever did was leave ya You better pull yourself together Tina, I swear you're better Than just waiting around Don't talk about him, Tina You gotta get yourself up and dust them boots off Ain't no use in staying sad or

I might as well get stoned Might as well get stoned Get it off my mind Ain't got a thing to do All I've got is time The bottle's all I've had to be a friend of mine And since my whiskey's gone Well, she said, she didn't love me And kicked me out the door

Got a lot of blood and it's cold So offended that I had to double check They keep tryna get me for my soul Thankful for the women that I know Can't go fifty-fifty with no hoe I'm workin' on dyin' Fifty thousand on my head, it's disrespect

Baby, baby, baby I got so much love in me Oh baby, baby Cause if you gonna get me off You got to love me deep Well, you want my heart, and all my time But it won't be there if you can't deal with my mind I require plenty conversation with my sex Time and

You make me crazy Why’d you have to fill my heart with sorrow? Make it all hazy So I don’t think about you ‘til tomorrow So I’m gonna play my favorite rhythm Got to get you out my system I would do anything to keep you off my mind

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Get naked (would you mind?) (As long as you want it come with me we can do it baby, baby, baby) What ya tryin' to do, do, do Take it off Take it off (if I take it off) If ya like what ya see And your curiosity Won't you pay attention please

All I wanna know is do you wanna get away Girl you got me going crazy Knocked me off my feet Now you got me begging baby Get away with me Begging baby please Cause girl I don't know what to do cause I'm so in love with you Hey there pretty lady

I'm a man, man, I ain't runnin? I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to be I gotta live to be one hundred and three You could get popped, it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin? off with that hostile energy, in a hospital

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'