Kiss lots of boys Or kiss lots of girls When the straight and narrow Gets a little too straight If that's something you're into Roll up the joint, or don't Just follow your arrow Wherever it points, yeah Follow your arrow

Beach of Fortune and the neon sky You know while back with us will be go tonight That's what they told us and they must be right, so let's ride They built this city for me and you yeah, Snoop A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down Take me to

So don't you treat her wrong 'Cause you 'bout to lose her love 'Cause you 'bout to lose her love, yeah (Dun-du-dun, dun-dun) You know I'll be watchin' you 'Cause she the baddest thing to ever happen to ya And that's the truth Don't make me have to hurt

LOL crying face, make me shake my head They gon' (uh) Step on me now placed on a pedestal they find me dead (that’s fucked up) Yeah that water under the bridge, just use that shit as a charter May my friendship be a channel for all the pain you can't

Oh my god, that's my baby Caroline, you divine Mighty fine Shawty really blow the pipe (that's true) Holy shit, I'm really lit It's looking like it's 'bout time to fuck it up Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear About ya horoscope or what the future

And the hardest part Was letting go, not taking part I could feel it go down I wonder what it's all about That's the hardest part Was the hardest part And the strangest thing Was waiting for that bell to ring

That's our only truth Ooh, blame it on the moonlight Just blame it on my youth I'm blaming on this star sign I'm too hot to handle I'm too hot to handle, yea Yes, I'm too hot to handle Blame it on the moonlight, blame it on my youth It's just another

The way she put that pussy on me, I feel helpless And I want that pussy to myself, I'm selfish (true) Say she want a nigga like me that's wealthy Try to stay away from her but I can't help it I'm so helpless (Please help me, huh, somebody please help me)

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

That's that shit (Holla at a playa) I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like In the spot where the girls go wild