Doin' it all nite, all summer I live my day as if it was the last Live my day as if there was no past Doin' it the way I wanna Yeah I’mma dance my heart out ’til the dawn But I won’t be done when morning comes Gonna spend it like no other Now I've found

Yeah it goes like this And it goes like hey, girl I'm blown away Yeah it starts with a smile and it ends with an all night long slow kiss And it goes like ooh, what I wouldn't do To write my name on your heart, get you wrapped in my arms baby all around

Now you're callin' me for attention, feinin' for attention Say you're looking for that action Got my name all in your mentions Oh, now you're coming to your senses, yeah Oh, now you're coming to your senses So now we, ooh (alright, alright, alright) And

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border

Yeah, yo, les mecs m'ont dit "Dams faut qu'tu rentres t'es pété" J'leur ai dit "Nan j'suis pas pété Bah nan j'ai juste bu quelques verres vite fait" J'dois pisser, faut qu'j'trouve un coin discret Tout près d'ici sinon j'vais m'perdre moi En plus j'ai

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin' major Lord be my savior, uh Major! Hell motherf***in' yeah This one goes out to my n**** Mike Coolin', hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor, born thuggin' Heartless and mean, muggin' at sixteen On the scene watchin'

When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't

Is that too much, yeah Is that too much, oh yeah Am I asking for too much? I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine I know I fucked up one too many times Baby sometimes I feel so naive Thinking you would come back to me Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree

Told my bitch to find us a bitch we can fuck on together tomorrow Fuckin' my wrist up, fuckin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah,

Two speakers in the trunk Two people in love Just bumpin' the night Two bottles of Bud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Two crazy hearts Looking in the dark For a place to park it to their life