(Everything has got to get better) Yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Whoa ho oh oh oh My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played

I've got a fast ride waiting on a slow roll I'm cranking up a little Straight on the radio Mmm girl, mmm girl, yeah you're working it flirting Got your tummy out on the prowl Mmm girl, mmm girl, what you doing for the rest of the night? What you doing

I can sabotage me by myself I try to keep going but it's not that simple I think I'm a little bit caught in the middle Gotta keep going or they'll call me a quitter I don't need no help Don't need no one else Yeah, I'm caught in the middle And I'm just a

What fate awaits the machine-gun man? Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord The trigger be his only friend It's a shame, oh yeah He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn Tell me what a young man,

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah) You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble Lashes and diamonds,

I can feel it ah-ah You know I said it's true Can you feel it too I can feel the love I gotta tell you (tell you) I can feel it You know I said Na-na-na-na No, oh, oh, yeah

Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

Cause I’m a girl Cause I’m a girl, Oh yeah With a bottle of wine and you I’m a girl, I got skills I can dance all night in five inch heels And make you feel like the luckiest boy in the world I can get a free drink for flipping my hair I can rock a

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night