Drugs
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
Di-Muh, Dibbo-Dab, I can't tell you all the fun I've had, I've been up, down, round' and round'.
I ain't slept for a year and a half now.
Class clown with nobody laughing.
Avalon, bored and on the plastic.
Corny bastards caught and trapped.
I take Phantom and get there faster.
While a black crackhead tranny licks my asscrack in a black Trans Am with a cracked Tranny black.
Your shit is whack.
So am I, when I'm drunk and high, but it don't seem to matter 'cause the kids still vibe.
Ching-Ching, baby buy me a ring, and I'll walk down the streets like the white Jay-Z. (Hahahaha) (Stop, Stop)
2: Di-Duh, Giggly-Jang, I had to leave town in a blaze of flames.
Shit got hot like a lazer beam.
Kids gathered around, there was crazy screams.
Little baby shouldn't see these things.
Dad half dead with a needle in his Wee-Wee.
See me on MTV on MDMA.
I gave VD to the VJ.
Comin' in at number one, I got a bullet with your name already loaded in my gun.
Now, baby tell me what you really want.
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
3: Di-Dah, Motha-Erry, Whole Jury hanging from an apple tree.
Avalon, Hung like a donkey.
Fresh-I-Lonkey.
Come on little mommy.
Textbook maniac, hijacked a train and crashed.
Jesse James Dean is my name.
I pray to Catillac.
Game's so tight, pussy lips drip spit.
Lick clitorisises from here to Brazil.
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
Di-Muh, Dibbo-Dab, I can't tell you all the fun I've had, I've been up, down, round' and round'.
I ain't slept for a year and a half now.
Class clown with nobody laughing.
Avalon, bored and on the plastic.
Corny bastards caught and trapped.
I take Phantom and get there faster.
While a black crackhead tranny licks my asscrack in a black Trans Am with a cracked Tranny black.
Your shit is whack.
So am I, when I'm drunk and high, but it don't seem to matter 'cause the kids still vibe.
Ching-Ching, baby buy me a ring, and I'll walk down the streets like the white Jay-Z. (Hahahaha) (Stop, Stop)
2: Di-Duh, Giggly-Jang, I had to leave town in a blaze of flames.
Shit got hot like a lazer beam.
Kids gathered around, there was crazy screams.
Little baby shouldn't see these things.
Dad half dead with a needle in his Wee-Wee.
See me on MTV on MDMA.
I gave VD to the VJ.
Comin' in at number one, I got a bullet with your name already loaded in my gun.
Now, baby tell me what you really want.
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
3: Di-Dah, Motha-Erry, Whole Jury hanging from an apple tree.
Avalon, Hung like a donkey.
Fresh-I-Lonkey.
Come on little mommy.
Textbook maniac, hijacked a train and crashed.
Jesse James Dean is my name.
I pray to Catillac.
Game's so tight, pussy lips drip spit.
Lick clitorisises from here to Brazil.
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
Drugs, up in the club.
I don't wanna dance.
I wanna get numb.
Drugs, my bitches and thugs, we never come down, 'cause we're living it up.
Credits
Writer(s): Cisco Adler, Yeshe Perl
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