I'm good for a laugh Good for a beer Baby, I'm good 'till Good gets here I dig a ditch or dig on me tonight I ain't bad, I do alright She said, what makes you think You could be my one and only? How do I know you just won't leave me lonely?

She made me happy, she made me smile She brought me up, when you let me down I'm pulling scams Identity theft Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care Seem like I lost more than I ever gained Ain't get nuttin' out these streets but pain Ain't get nuttin'

She got rhythm, Got that rhythm,of the road She get crazy, Ah but ah,she just looking good. She ain't waiting til she gets older, Her feet are making tracks in the winter snow, She got a rainbow that touches her shoulder, She be headed where the thunder

Get back, she's a bad motherfucker Fall back, she'll put you in your place Turn back if you know what's good for you Don't , it's a part of the chase What! What! Fuck yeah, let's go! Bad bitch stunna always down to ride She's the first one taking shots

It's all about tonight Good times and the music and laughing and grooving to the band Everybody's getting right No worries, we're rocking all kinds of concoctions in our hands Yeah tomorrow can wait 'til tomorrow Don't bother telling me what I got coming

Get the firehouse Whoo, hoo, yeah She's like bad weather but it seems so good You'd never leave her but you know you should She'll adore you and she'll floor you With her wisdom and her vision And you'll love it and think of it Till you lose all intuition

Coming back, I'm coming back. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. We ride, we ride, we ride She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. We ride it all out. We ride it all Slow, slow me down,

From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown I believe to

God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get peeled Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't

She on my surfboard board-board-board-board-board-board Let the ocean takes us away Till we see the daylight And I know that it's getting late But we wanna stay She on my surfboard board (Gone ride it, surfboard)