When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

Talk that talk to me, yeah What you saying now, give it to me baby One and two and a three and four Come on let me know if you want some more You know what I like, now get it right Boy talk that talk to me all night Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it

One, two, three kick it Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record No tell what'cha all gonna do Ok you want me to do the intro alright Parental discretion is advised for the moment While I'm getting

One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, oops Up and down, I think (On repeat, give me a count) The stuff that they know The one on the right and then turn it up while I'm counting One, four, five, six, seven, eight It's too loud

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

(Two, three, four) I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart (Ho) I been trying to do it right (Hey) I been living a lonely life (Ho) I been sleepin' here instead (Hey) I been

Yeah, we’re alright though She’s kinda hot though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah, she’s kinda hot though (One, two, three, four) They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that We are the leaders of the not coming back’s

One, two, three Right, two, three March, two, three It's just the way it is But I got a mind to show my strength And I got a right to speak my mind And I'm gonna pay for this They're gonna burn me at the stake But I got a fire in my veins

Niggas are in a state of emergency The death side, mirror damage of where we are today The life side a vision of where we need to go So sign your death certificate Fuck all, y'all Lisa got him Alright, on three, one, two, three Come on brothers we gotta

I know it's my time And it's now or never I'm so bright, I light the night I'm so high, I can touch the sky And it feels so right ain't nothing better One, two, three, go! Waking up in a dream