Cliff Jumping Hawaii - Proof

Somebody give me one more, cause I just ran out I don't go to the clubs and I don't stand out Barf to the wall in the basement partying Doesn't matter what bar we in or what car we in Big red on the ones and twos Now I know just what to do Stop going buckwild Cutting up the rug in the middle of the music dealer's living room It's like boom, how you like me now? Fans do the wave so I surf the crowd Speakers blown cause we get so loud Never sell out but I show so down Get em like hey Getting torn up in the middle of the day Radical something, you know what they say Once you get a little taste then you'll never be the same Step right up It's the last night In the city of lights It's the last night To do what we came to do Sweaty teeth, dripping wet Did I get your number? I forget It's big red in my own white class Tomahawk, breaking glass Yeah, and we're on a roll Sit back, relax, get comfortable Cause these days got heat waves Listen little mama better behave It's still replay, raps ain't class Never been a function that we can't crash May laugh, I bet you gon' move your butt When I pop out the top with the groovy stuff I'm too faced to talk And took a dang shot with a grain of salt Hop right in, get right to it Move it, dare me enough and I just might do it Step right up It's the last night In the city of lights It's the last night To do what we came to do Yeah Thanks for listening, much love Give us a shout 818-221-9368