Gin Sippin'

Strolling down the strip, we were straight strip tripping



Tipping all the dealers we were straight gin sipping



Go gamble, fuck hos, everybody knows everybody smokes dope



You can smell on our clothes



A little bit of indo a little bit of girls



Because we were kind of curious what was under their skirts



Oh, we're just fucking around



They don't know we're just fucking around



Split it, hit it, win it, stick around for a minute



Throw another bill in it; though, you'll be broke without credit



You will be glad that you did, 'cause you'll be fucked up and faded



With a gold digger who's pretty and thinks that you're rich and witty



Oh, we're just fucking around



They don't know we're just fucking around



I'd been stinking from drinking



My boys are AWOL I'm thinking



I needed a room for the weekend



On to the hotel with the beacon



I gave a tip to this chick it was a chip worth a grip but that was it



A wink and a key and I went to my room



Oh, not two, there were three different whores all for me



What a time what a place they won't remember my face



No one knows, oh, we're just fucking around



They don't know we're just fucking around



Soon afternoon came and I'd been up for two days



I had played the same game with money and hos you know how it goes



Our weekend had ended with all the hos we befriended



But our egos had landed since we went home empty handed



Come on and let's go, let's go hit the road for four hours home



We'll go and get stoned and no one will know