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

The way that he touch me, no, I can't get enough He keeping me up all night long He motivate me, yeah, that's my baby He really hit me with my body talk He got me singing ooh la, la, la, la, la, la, ey I'm catching feelings He motivate me, yeah, that's

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I

We gotta go It's check out time Ay what time is it nigga? ("I don't know.") Oh shit, 12 o'clock Oh shit, we got to get the fuck up outta here ("Hell yeah.") Nigga, it's check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room ("Hey there, bitch, where Suge

More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather Yeah, since my girl and I ain't together, keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere, stormy weather Yeah, just can't get my poor self together; oh, I'm weary all the

You say it, He was here Might not be able to sing like a man, you say it Might not be able to sing like a man, yeah Might not be able to preach like Paul, baby Might not be able to preach like Paul I'm in love with you, girl, that ain't all, come on I'm

I never came from deep pockets Why can't I make a deposit? Can't call it, can't call it Can't call it, uh, can't call it Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it Can't call it, yeah, I can't call it Oh, I had so many days of crying Oh, I had so many days of

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone Rec League, I ain't payin' to ball Y'all B-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same

I'm a bad bad girl I'm a bad girlfriend I'm a, I'm a, I'm a I'm a, I'm a Girlfriend, yeah Girlfriend (but you already knew that) I do some shit you can't forgive You tell me your birthday I forgot again