Yeah, one of those nights At the memories, this is gonna be one of those nights One of those nights She's getting dressed up, putting on that lipstick Shimmy shaking, right into them cut-offs baby, oh yeah You're getting off work, cashing out that

I'm n luv with a stripper She popping she rolling she rolling She climbing that pole and She tripping she playing she playing I'm not going nowhere girl I'm staying I'm n luv with a stripper Yea yea yea I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night

Running through the fields of sorrow When I get out of here Will I leave you behind? I found that the years passed despite And I can see you Yes I can see you When you get out of here When you leave me behind She told me why

I feel our bodies getting colder And it's the road that leads to nowhere But all I want to do is go there She's got me, running from the daylight She gives me, a feeling that I can't fight Before we started it was over I'm not ready to start again And

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)

I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe Let that ass drop, like my '64 I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or it R.I.P

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

Everybody get down Watch it get down, watch it get down Oh that girl is murder Under the lights and sound Everybody get down, down You know that she's a killer And I'll be down and throw it at that level Walking around middle of the night

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

There's lots of fish in Bonavish Harbour Lots of fish right in around here Boys and girls are fishing together Forty five from Carbanier Catch a hold this one Catch a hold that one Swing around this one Swing around she Dance around this one Dance around