When the girls walk by we'll be like, hey y'all If we get it right they'll be like, hey y'all Wanna rock with us tonight? Hey y'all, damn right. Come on now everybody, whether you're in a bar, in a club, Or just kicking it country style, VIP in the back

And everybody's screamin' out yeah, yeah, yeah And everybody's singing out yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause we're all stars tonight Get on your feet if it feels good If it feels right So sing it out yeah, yeah, yeah Girls in their heels and a skinny pair of blue

Ddrat, da-da-da-um-da Look back at it I get goosebumps when I look at it She ain’t never do this before, but she good at it Oh, girls just wanna have fun with it These girls ain’t really no good for me, yeah Ddrat, da-da, da Drdat, da-da-da, da Ddrat,

Girls don't want a gentleman They want a loser like me They say they do but in the end If you want to get to them 'Cause when you're really good to girls Give them your entire world They end up walking away, hey hey They don't want a stand up guy Rather

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Watchin' pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Swingin' their hips to a country song Silver cans up in the air Ain't nothin' like gettin' right Chasing a buzz with a cold Bud Light 'Bout pretty girls drinkin' There ain't much to

Let it roll if we got the gas We let it rip when we got the money It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are getting' pretty

I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned. Yeah! this is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free. G-unit in da house! what up baby. Performin' live tonight live on stage, captain save-'em-hoe, And the

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there