One little, two little, three margaritas
Four little, five little, six I wanna see you
I'm feeling bad, it's the worst I've had
My hangovers with you, my hangovers with you
But it's not so bad
Best night we've ever had
My hangovers with you

Keeping up with me shot f

A 9 to 5 ain't ringing my bell
I’d rather go straight to hell
And hell when I’m headed
With the gun full of lead
A cadillac bed and a pocket full of dip
All my 12 friends came to party
They can’t help it, they ain't hungry
I got something, they ain't like me
So he

I am what I am and that's all that I am (what)
I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan)
I am what I am and that's all that I am (what)
I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan)
I am what I am and that's all that I am (what)
I am what I am, I'm a hooligan (hooligan)
I am

Uh, yea, i feel this, yo, yo yo,
I feel this shit, its goin down
Uh, uh, yo yo

[verse 1: big b]
Yo fucking listen
I got the ammunition
To keep u bitching
Take u to another deminsion
My rhymes take u behind
Cross this line
I take your mothafucking spine

[Scott Russo]
I know, I know, I live the life of a sinner
But when it comes to other women, you're the only one hun so this is the beginning
Let's go, let's go
Let's live the life of a sinner
And we'll be living on the run, right here in the California Sun

[Big B]
F

White boys, make some noise
let them know that we right here
white boys, make some noise
let them know we aint goin no where.

White boys, make some noise
let them know that we right here
white boys, make some noise
let them know we aint goin no where

I got you