Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

All night long, play it if this your song On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red

I get my party on (party onnnnn) We gonna party til the break of dawnnn Oh oh ohhhhhhhhh hooooo I get my party on (thats right) Ya ya man, I just got my hair braided, Car waxed, put on my player face, It's 12 o clock, its time to get it on Hey yo chaka

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

And now the final frame, love is a losing game For you I was a flame, love is a losing game Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made Played out by the band, love is a losing hand More than I

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks When you're tryin' to be so quiet We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room

It's such a crying, crying, crying shame It's such a tight game Will it ever stop? It's such a crying, crying crying shame How will this all play out? Both sides out of mind now By now we should know how to communicate instead of coming to blows We're on

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like

Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some Gotta getcha some Oooh gotta getcha some (yeah) Well boy meets girl and it's a good bet Girls gonna play a little hard to get But they both got the same thing on their mind Ain't that the way that the world goes

La, la, la, la, oh And I saw sparks Yeah I saw sparks Did I drive you away I know what you'll say You say, oh, sing one we know But I promise you this I'll always look out for you