I go way back with my friends, we used to kick it all the time Summertime cruising, listening to blues and sipping orange juice kicked with booze smoke a doobie snooze. Then we wake up shake up, girls put on your make-up, we're going to tear up the club every time the bass drops and a bottle pops And shots don't stop dropping till the credit cards stop shopping And the bartender starts mopping, we hit the road, what's popping? X's and O's at Alexis and her hoes Then its's relaxing your toes on the beaches with your bros Bottles of ice cold rose and tequilas from Don Jose We only do the right way till there's nothing left yeah