Cheating on the blues tonight Let's go out and do it right Throw it into overdrive And get on down the road Shake it till the break of dawn Party till the heartache's gone We'll have us a real good time He left you - she left me Drowning in this misery

Tonight is bottoms up Throw it on down Rock this quiet, little country town Get up, drop a tailgate on ya truck Find a keg and fill ya cup up Kick it on back Pretty little mama lookin at ya like that Make ya wanna slide on in like girl, what’s up

They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But her hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me,

Come on down to the city of L.A Where we, we ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy You know how we keep it bumpin' everyday, baby We ride with gangsta's and the pimpins' easy Come on, everybody throw your hands up in the air Come on lets And you

Wash my hands of this You know they're gonna burn it down You notice how God ain't even helping you out Why the hell don't you throw yourself away Baby's born on a bathroom floor Her mother prays that it'll never cry When they ask you'll say 'it isn't

So baby, pick me up, I'll be in the drive Take me where the moon's hanging in the sky We can park it by the river, get out and throw the tailgate down down down You can steal a kiss, maybe even two Only the track and the tree's gonna see what we do All I

One, twenty one guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight Throw up your arms into the sky, You're in ruins Do you know what's worth fighting for When it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away

Ready to roar, ready to roar It's five o'clock and I'm out that door I'm hot and dusty, I'm tired and wore But it's Friday night and I'm ready to roar Get down the fiddle and break out the bow Take off the gloves and throw down the hoe Worked hard all

Every time we come around Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down Put your hand up, down Baby let me blow a hundred on you Every time we come around, ah On everything I love, It’s We The Best Music It’s We The

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag