Make that ass drop (drop, drop) This the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with Nothing's impossible And all you lame niggas show me what not to do I met a real bad bitch in the club tonight She told me, "Watch the snakes cause they watching you" I

Get your kicks on Route sixty six Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California

Baby let's go and have rich sex You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it When you look down, see my chains on You ain't ever ever had rich sex Make a little love on the rich sex Baby girl, let's have some rich sex We can keep an AP on while we do it

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those

You make it easy to see High ball shooter You sure ripped the low ones off me You´re a high ball shooter Well I´m a rock and roll preacher Not a Sunday school teacher You ain´t no shady lady But I love the way you strut your stuff You´re a snow queen

My night runs into morning, all the time And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus) We can make arrangements though And if you down, down, who knows, uh I might just do you like we lovin', yeah Or make you

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

Well now, come here baby, sit down on daddy's knee. Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. Well, I woke up this morning, my biscuit rolling on. I want to tell you about the way they treated me. When I woke up this morning, all I had

And Troooll Doll Mr. Troll and me, To the tune of "Desire" Troll Doll out on the street Got no job got no money Got no shoes on the feet But you gotts stay tall, stay high

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't