This the type of shit to make the hood go crazy On the interstate doin' 180 She said, "do it for me, baby" Took a double shot and then we all went crazy White girls go crazy Black girls go crazy College girls go crazy Saturday mornin', I ain't gotta work

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in

She kept the hotel key Slipped it in her purse I guess it makes her think of me And that night we left our hearts on our sleeves and the clothes all over the floor We both know we can't open the door no more Well it was down some street we couldn't even

Your my funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart, Your looks are laughable, un-photo-graphical, Yet you´re my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are

In the streets it's getting hot and the youths Them a get so cold searching for food for the pot They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo As generation comes and goes You gatta make preparation for the youths them a grow It's what you reap, it's what

‘Cause we don’t have the time to be sorry So baby be the life of the party We don’t have to be ordinary Make your best mistakes I’m telling you to take your shot it might be scary Hearts are gonna break We don’t care what them people say We don't care

Let me hear you talking, I'm so far away Let me hear a single word that you say Are ya'll just mad at my dinero? All I gotta say You think you hot, lit, bitch I'm Habanero Can't get too close cause I'm real My temperature make you feel Keep it lit up and

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

Yeah, let's make a movie (all night, yeah) Baby, just you and me (all night, yeah) Let's make a movie (all night, yeah) Girl, take off your lingerie We gon' have some fun today All I need's a photo Of you standing there with no clothes I'ma give you what