Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
And you [A7can get the fickity-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to [C7]be [Am]an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my [A]next victim
I'm picky like [F]I missed a spot shavin'
Came to [C7]sip vodka, shit
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got [Fm7]ɾabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the ɾear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd tɾy to [C7]chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, ɾott, mixed?
Or you [A7just got [Fm7]fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you [A7snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to [C7]lick shots, like [F]this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick ɾocks in flip flops
And I produced the tɾack
So you [A7don't have to [C7]ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to [C7]this bangin and [Bm]I'mma keep on [C7]saying
All the shit I should be [Am]hung for, and [Bm]probably killed for [Dm7]saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I'm dropping, still if that don't
Do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will
They saying I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my [A]brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you [A7ɾocking with a sadist
Hate to [C7]say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be [Am]sprayed it
Oh my [A]god, for [Dm7]ɾeal man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a ɾope around this nob
If they don't like [F]it, got [Fm7]a knob that they can slob on [C7]until
Wait I just forgot [Fm7]what I was [Am7]thinking
What's it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above the balls between my [A]legs and [Bm]I think
I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and [Bm]it's veiny
Wait I think I got [Fm7]it, okay bitch I got [Fm7]you, Robin Williams hanging
Go hang in the lobby unless you [A7came to [C7]slob me
Come on [C7]kemosabe
It's past time, like [F]your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit ɾemains on [C7]my [A]dick
then she grab me by the nuts and [Bm]tɾied to [C7]take my [A]sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted to [C7]my [A]dick like [F]Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like [F]she took my [A]fucking penis
chopped it, and [Bm]stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to [C7]swing a crumpet knife and [Bm]paint the carpet
at least that's what her tɾain of thought is
Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it
quit it, and [Bm]made up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some complex
And I don't mean apartment
So spread your feet apart
And let me see you [A7do some yoga stɾetches, splits
Now grab this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite
And that's just to [C7]get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to [C7]that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my [A]name is Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I'll even let you [A7pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you [A7if you [A7get this old dog these new tɾicks
To get familiar with I'll learn extɾa quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like [F]the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for [Dm7]hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got [Fm7]Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you [A7sick, don't pretend you [A7can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you [A7was [Am7]foxy
I'll tell a bitch like [F]Bizarre
Bitch, shut the f*ck up and [Bm]get in my [A]car
And suck my [A]fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think with my [A]dick so come blow my [A]mind
And it tastes like [F]humble pie
So swallow my [A]pride, you're lucky just to [C7]follow my [A]ɾide
If I let you [A7ɾun alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you [A7by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that ɾape whistle on [C7]me
(Squee!) I love it
'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and [Bm]tɾy not to [C7]get lost
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all [Em]the way dear
Til we get to [C7]Las Vegas
Whatever happens in my [A]ɾoom, it stays in my [A]ɾoom like [F]movie night like [F]cable
Treat every women in my [A]stable like [F]flavors
Looking like [F]she kryptonite and [Bm]I get weak after like [F]7 days
In 7 nights in the days and [Bm]it's our Vegas
We ɾolling circles and [Bm]packs, we the lifesavers
She got [Fm7]a boyfriend, I got [Fm7]a toy then
I'll bring her with me when I show up to [C7]her crib waving
And I ain't tɾyna be [Am]the nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electɾonic, I'm cut like [F]I'm all [Em]out of ɾazors
And all [Em]I got [Fm7]is a gun left with a bayonet on [C7]it
Next ho froze and [Bm]it look like [F]I walked in to [C7]a jewelry store
With a about a million [C7]dollars with your mama
And sat down did an ALS challenge, huh
I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again
About to [C7]get my [A]back tatted again
About to [C7]get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on [C7]a bike in the sand
If you [A7ain't been through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean nothing to [C7]you [A7like [F]likes on [C7]the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like [F]the pipes on [C7]a lamp
Weed got [Fm7]her so chinky eyed
Look like [F]she been getting high on [C7]a flight to [C7]Japan
I keep my [A]jewelry on [C7]while I'm fucking
Sound like [F]I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you [A7my [A]ex miss
If this is my [A]passion
I learn to [C7]give those who don't appreciate my [A]presence
The gift of my [A]absence
I don't know who you [A7been listening to
Got me fucked up like [F]Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don't give a two shits
Bitch, get the f*ck out of my [A]face
To make a long [Am]story short, I don't ɾeally gotta stand [Bm]there
And listen to [C7]you [A7while you [A7throw a silly tantɾum
Even though I have an affinity for [Dm7]witty banter
Starting to [C7]feel like [F]foulplay like [F]Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por favor
Thought I said to [C7]wait, had four doors
I knock a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine like [F]a baseball [Em]scoreboard (whatever)
I leave the club with my [A]tab still open
Won't even get a cab for [Dm7]you [A7and [Bm]your friend
The only fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in 'till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
'Till we get to [C7]Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow)
Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all [Em]the way dear
Til we get to [C7]Las Vegas
